THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH

This is your glass of darkness.

Your urgency to see.

The echo of anothers need to reflect.

Can you see, can you feel

the image in your face refracted?

See the mirror, feel the looking glass of ruined pride and vanity.

Stripped bare image of your face.

No distinction, no distance, no filters.

Nothing seperates.

This is your glass of darkness drowned in your smile.

Can you see, can you feel

the image in your face refracted?

Through all the dreams of night.

Urgency to empty the glass.

A last chance to determine whether silence speaks.

We are alone.

I have removed all obstacles in a blast of cold air.

My duty is to serve the power that holds me captive.

I stare out at the crazy ocean and dig my feet into the stable sane sand.

Theres blood on the crossfire.

I am alone save for the figures in white watching me.

Would you die for a stranger?

This is your glass of darkness.

You will learn to serve.

They cannot destroy you.

This is your hour of darkness.

A fundamental flaw.

A broken path.

Dreams spill out, consumed by those around me.

The layers of dreams, awake into sleep.

Unborn yesterday, dead tomorrow and asleep today.

Can you see, can you see the echo?

The urgency.