Underground_Network
June 3rd, 2009, 06:23 PM
The daylight creeps in
Cautiously, as if expecting
To be overcome by the darkness
Looming in the shadowy abyss
That is my home.
My eyes, creep open
As the daylight sneaks in
In a furtive, desperate manner
As if it knows it is needed
Yet unwanted.
I glare at the brightness
In awe, fear, and anger.
I think of what the light has done to me,
The scars it has left, the darkness it
Has engraved in my soul.
I remember how dark the light could be,
How painfully, painfully dark the light could be.
I start to pull away, I want to escape,
But the light is all around me,
Encompassing my entire body now.
I think dark thoughts, but it makes the light stronger,
I close my eyes, but I still see colors,
They swirl around me, bright and engaging
And though I feel sanity departing me,
I also feel a strange sense of comfort and ease.
The light now caresses my entire body,
Gently waking me from my forced sleep,
And I open my eyes and see a new world around me;
The colors are true and the world I see is beautiful;
It is nothing like the world I once knew.
The light seems to have saved me,
The light appears to be good for once,
It is not the blinding force, the dark force
That I once assumed it to be.
The light, master of deception, appears to be my savior.
But the light cannot be trusted,
The light can disappear at any time,
Plunging me into a darkness
That leaves me scared and in distress.
And the light at times, can be that very darkness.
Sometimes when I see things most clearly
The world around me becomes a blur
And the reality I once knew
Is nothing more than a fantasy
That I no longer want to believe.
We are only fragments of ourselves;
That is what they want us to believe.
We are only fragments of the light, the dark,
But I say we are more than that...
I say we make the light and the dark.
We are creators. We are not menial.
We are not the servants of a greater source of anything,
The light is not our master, we are masters of the light.
We can make the day shine, we can make the darkest hours
The lightest hours... We can make... Anything.
Cautiously, as if expecting
To be overcome by the darkness
Looming in the shadowy abyss
That is my home.
My eyes, creep open
As the daylight sneaks in
In a furtive, desperate manner
As if it knows it is needed
Yet unwanted.
I glare at the brightness
In awe, fear, and anger.
I think of what the light has done to me,
The scars it has left, the darkness it
Has engraved in my soul.
I remember how dark the light could be,
How painfully, painfully dark the light could be.
I start to pull away, I want to escape,
But the light is all around me,
Encompassing my entire body now.
I think dark thoughts, but it makes the light stronger,
I close my eyes, but I still see colors,
They swirl around me, bright and engaging
And though I feel sanity departing me,
I also feel a strange sense of comfort and ease.
The light now caresses my entire body,
Gently waking me from my forced sleep,
And I open my eyes and see a new world around me;
The colors are true and the world I see is beautiful;
It is nothing like the world I once knew.
The light seems to have saved me,
The light appears to be good for once,
It is not the blinding force, the dark force
That I once assumed it to be.
The light, master of deception, appears to be my savior.
But the light cannot be trusted,
The light can disappear at any time,
Plunging me into a darkness
That leaves me scared and in distress.
And the light at times, can be that very darkness.
Sometimes when I see things most clearly
The world around me becomes a blur
And the reality I once knew
Is nothing more than a fantasy
That I no longer want to believe.
We are only fragments of ourselves;
That is what they want us to believe.
We are only fragments of the light, the dark,
But I say we are more than that...
I say we make the light and the dark.
We are creators. We are not menial.
We are not the servants of a greater source of anything,
The light is not our master, we are masters of the light.
We can make the day shine, we can make the darkest hours
The lightest hours... We can make... Anything.