the first real forays out of private hell
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Release... From a cage in a maze I built myself
Release... From a torture chamber that I designed
Release... From monsters masquerading as angels, and gargoyles who battered me within an inch of my life
Release... From a permanent tension, an unholy triumvirate thrashing their whips relentlessly against my torn skin
'Beg all you want this is never going to end... This is never going to stop'
Then it did... Somehow
A final invitation to my tailor made private hell
An invitation I graciously declined
Unmask thy demons shine a torch of their own hate in their eyes
Get me out of this fucking dungeon of torture tactics
Sleep deprivation and water drips
A crystal ball shows me the end of my kin
I plead and I beg and I sob
RELEASE ME FROM THIS NETHERWORLD!!!!
And so it went...
Hurtling through space, the impossible nightmare floated away
There was no weather, no atmosphere
The gauntlet had been run, we'd won the race
Only there was no 'we' anymore
A plateau had been reached
And beautiful gravity replaced the fear
When did I realize? When did I open my eyes... and see?
It couldn't just have been the professor on TV
Tumbling down out of the heavens
Where someone tried to build a war
That would never begin to end
Withdrawal from life, take me away
To the exact image, the exact place, of a painting of a beach
Beyond every single star that ever lived...
And lit up and died
Star songs never stop being heard
Even after they're dead
This is the impossible impossible place
Where dreams dare not go
They could never survive
Yet somehow we did
Somehow we're alive
© 2019 Tourist the Sleepwalker