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FREE YOURSELF


FREE YOURSELF SUDDENLY THE NOVICE CHANGED THEIR MINDS COME OUT OF A SCOPE FROM THE SIDE OF THE ROAD THERE WERE VOICES ALL AROUND THE BODY AS THEY DREW NEAR SO SURROUNDED SPOKE SURPRISINGLY SO WELL ADDRESSING THE NOVICE FROM THE CULTIVATED OLD WORLD DURING THE NOW BLOODY GROUND STANDING BACK TO BACK BULLETS WHIZZING BY ON THE CONCRETE SLAB SHE SHOUTED TIL THE BITTER END SHOULD BE PROUD TO HELP SUCH HEROES AT LEAST PRETENDED TO BELIEVE IN MEN THE FOOT WEARY TRAVELER WHEN OUT OF EARSHOT SO HERES TO THOSE WHO SAY SHE SNAPPED UNDER THE STRAIN ISN'T FOR ME TO JUDGE TRIED TO STAND UP BEFORE TURNED TO BONES THROUGH THE LAST THROWN KNIVES LOOKING UP INTO THE BLUE SKY THROUGH THE BEDROOM WINDOW ALWAYS DREAMS COME AND DREAMS GO LIKE THE JET STREAKS ACROSS THE SKY THE DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN THE LAST SUNSET WITH BLOOD FRESH SPILLED FLOWING INTO THE WATER AS THE RAIN FALLS DOWN SOMEWHERE ELSE SHE KNOWS THEN LOOKING DOWN SHAKING HEADS JUST MELTED CHIPS OF ICE THE POET REVOLUTIONIST MADE FROM AN INSTANT OF IGNORANCE INTO A THICK MOUNTAIN RANGE RUNNING ALONG THE BORDERS ANNOUNCE ITSELF ON THE MAP BURNED AS BEING BLIGHTED IN THE PURSUIT LIKE AN ESCAPED PRISONER FREE YOURSELF NEVER GIVE UP YET LOOKS THAT THE DECISION WAS MADE FOR HER WITH HER KNOWLEDGE THE VERDICT CAST LIKE LOTS BEFORE THE CRUCIFIED THE DOWN POURING PEBBLE SIZED DROPS EARS PICKED UP THE CLATTER SHE HAD FOUND IN THE ETERNAL DUELIST THE BASIC ENTRAPMENT AS SHE HEARD THE GRUNTS LOCKED IN COMBAT IN THE BACKGROUND NO ONE CAN REMEMBER THE INTIAL ARGUMENT BEGGING THEM TO STOP DRAWING THE BLOOD SCRIBLING THE LINES ON THE FOREHEAD TO LEAVE FEAR BEHIND CUT OUT OF THE WILL FOR BEING THEMSELVES TO THE FORTUNED ONE TOO MANY DUELS MY FRIEND TO CLOSE TO GET ALONG DOWN THROUGH THE CENTURIES A DEMON OF A STORM WAS COMING SURELY AS THE HOSTILE ARMY OH THE CRIES STILL CAN BE HEARD EVERY STONE EVERY SQUARE EVERY FOOT TO BE TAKEN ON TRUST WALLS OF THE MAZE TO THE FOREVER RUMORS COMPLETELY INSANE THIS VERDICT THE RED STANDING OUT AGAINST THE WHITE OF THE OPEN-MINDED WITH OPENED WOUNDED SCARS THE TASTE OF BLOOD BITING INTO HER TONGUE THEN STAGGERED BACK TO THE SOMETIMES LOVER ONLY TO PERISH WITHIN THIS FREEDOM BY THE MALICE EXPOSED HANDS WITH ANOTHER IRONIC VIEW OF UNCARING ELEMENTS WALKING FROM THIS PLANE INTO THE WHITE LIGHT A PALE BLUE LUMINESCENSE TO THE CURTAIN OF RAIN HANGING IN THE AIR TO THE STREAMING CRIES OF INJUSTICE RINGING IN THE BRAIN FOR THE BLUE EYES BECOME NOW TINTED WHITE IN THE CONSISTENCY OF THE GLOW THAT REMINDED THE RADIATED HEAT THROUGH THE TRAVELED GALAXIES FROM MONSTERS TO THE MOTHER OH TO THE MISSING MYSTERY SOLVED IN THE ECHOES OF THE CLOSED DOORS THE TWO PASSENGERS SET OUT ON THEIR JOURNEY SO OBLIVIOUS THE MARTYRED NATURE SUDDENLY IN THE BURST OF LIGHTENING TO THE TURNED OVER PAGES OF A BOOK AND TO THAT WHICH WILL NEVER NOW BE. WAKING TO THE PULSE OF MY BEATING HEART THUMPING HARD AND THE HEADACHE RAGING IN THE BLOOD PUMPED TOO FAST TICK TOCK THE CLOCK IS GOING AROUND TIRED AND UNABLE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT ON THE BRINK AND YET STILL NOT ENOUGH TO TAKE ONE AWAY YET KNOWING ONE DAY IT WILL COME IS THE HARDEST THING TO LIVE WITH NOT KNOWING WHEN AND MARKED IN THIS SO ALONE TO A DREAM OF SOMETHING NOT REAL YET FEELS SO DEEP DOWN AS IF ONE DAY IT COULD HAVE BEEN THAT IT WAS IN THE PAST AND WILL BE AGAIN IN THE FUTURE AND YET I WON'T BE THERE AS I SHOULD HAVE BEEN OH TO THESE BLOODY NIGHTMARES THAT SURFACE EACH AND EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES NOW... A STORY ALL IN THEMSELVES.

AS I SIT HERE WRITING

IT DOWN AND FINISHING

MY PEACH

AS I WIPE THE STUFF

FROM MY SLEEPY EYES

WILL I EVER KNOW WHY

I DREAM LIKE THIS...


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