Spiral Outtakes From Beyond

When my day is over

No tear will grace my eyes

No blade will grace my hands

The desolate haze will form again

Visions of beauty giving way to darkness

To the dim corridors echoing in my mind

Another pill at hand

My random heartbeat sustained

Understanding at last, meanings long forgotten

The moments that shaped forever

The small circle is my savior

Opening doorways to the unknown

Spiral outtakes from beyond

Gray monsters exit the gates

Sanguine rain flowing down the thighs

I struggle to separate realities

Afraid to face the creatures

Petrified to taste the blood

Will the grand sea open to swallow my desolate despair?

Angels fill the voids with laughter

A demonic presence only meant to confuse

An ideal intended for the weak

Their pain permits eternal pleasure

Like the thunder upon the mount

Or the cross to the left

Their anguish pacifying the illicit cravings of the flesh

Their needle etching my veins

Their whips enticing the lost

The throne of light lay ahead

Unborn temptations entering the soul

My tomb waits

My coffin stands

My day begins