I cannot explain what I was thinking when I wrote this nor can I give you any insight into it's meaning or reading, I just wrote, and this is what came out. So take it, if you like, as a glimpse into the inner workings of my subconscious mind very early in the morning.

As I stare blankly into space, my oblivion dawns.
All the tranquil thoughts roll over my mind, sloshing 'round.
The technicolour disco dancers, that gleeming blade...
I know not what befell me, for my recollection is lost.
All I know is I'm free there - out here I'm not.
Reality is my prison, gravity my nemisis and all the while I sit and stare, they keep me here, longer.
Down, down into the deepest, darkest dreams I spin.
My prison fades, no nemesis to overcome - my topsy turvy, upside down world made my head ache.
Just as the piano key stairs dropped from under me - reality ensues.
The rain falls, each drop moving in slow motion, calling, beckoning me to flow with them.
Set in the confines of reality's leash, I am as a dog - nothing more than a pet of father time.
Of this world birth limitless possibilities, boundless knowledge and infinate imagination - yet I am stuck in this prison, this cage.
Desolate, isolated, alienated.
This land is barren of all imagination, all knowledge, all intelligence.
Yet there is a light in my darkened state, a hope in my time of need - an angel without wings.
My curiosity dawns.
A step closer - a new perspective.
A step closer, into the light.
He stands with open arms, and though the world has stopped - we reamain in motion.
Not even the rain falls.
A step closer - one touch.
Wings sprout from behind, engulfing me in embrace.
There is hope.
There is light.
I dare not look at his face - I dare not take in one breath, for my silence would break and my beauty fade - my moment, lost.
Flooded with emotions, a rush unlike any other.
My body shakes, my lip quivers - the spark ignites.
The world continues on it's meaningless superficialities, the rain begins to fall once more.
The world hurries on once more.

STOP.

The rhythm of the universe continues to drum on, the break beats explode inside my head.
I fall once more.
And yet - no longer did I fall down, down, into the depths, but linger here in serenity.
Quiet, tranquil - I dance on beams of light and bask in their warmth.
For I am not alone anymore and his light invades my darkness.
And I smile once more.

STOP.

The rain begins to fall once more.
My memories flood me, the music box that opens in my mind.
The box that pains my present self to mention, for it contains my soul - my existance before darkness consumed.
A tear amongst the rainfall.
My insignificance dawns.
How small am I compared to the whole?
My eyes drawn toward the sky in wonder and in awe - for I, nor you know what part we play in the universal whole.
My ignorance dawns.
And yet, ignorance I portray seems nothing compared to reality.
Reality ensues.
A blink of an eye passes and my world crumbles.
Ahses to ashes, dust to dust.
My winged gift from the heavens crumbling with it.
Again there is no light.
Receeding into myself, into the blackness I stumble, for the light was blinding and too painful to bare.
Alone again, in my infinate prison - once more at the hands of father time.
Do my eyes decieve me?
I am no longer alone in this prison, for you are here - and your children too.
The pages of history unfurl and this place is no longer my prison - but OUR prison.
Does the blood that stains their hands make a print around our throats as they grapple and grasp for reason - I think not.
Down, down, into the deepest darkest dreams we fall - no longer falling, but fallen.
Do they notice us - I think not.
Our screams and torment is loud enough to hear - yet they stay silent, still, unmoving.
Not a glance sideways for our helpless souls.
They shall flow a blood red river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
And that light you used to see by, you realise now, as time goes by, smothered was that flame - and your life, your future, you destiny, your love denied.

REACH.

It's no use, the futile attempts of which you shall grow weary.
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my existence.
Welcome - to my Hell.

REACH.

Through all this pain, through all this dellusion, you wonder what you fight for.
Let me tell you friend, what I believe you wonder.
You fight it because there is nothing left of what you had, and you wish that it was back.
You are blinded by the darkness here and the sorrow that it brings.
Well let me tell you friend, of a life denied of joy - but for one shining lmoment, your light was here, but it never, ever did stay.
And as you remember your joys and your light - think of it and smile - for my life was denied those joys.
All the while I speak, the rain no longer falls.
Gunpowder's fury replacing the melancholy rain.
Live on, live on, if you can dodge the fire.
Dream on, dream on, of a better place of being.
Can you live in a world enraged or in a world engulfed by war?
And as the imperial hand of darkness reigns over us now, you look at yourself and feel lost, and feel fear.
And yet you lay still and flattened by their power and opression.

FIGHT.

Though it seems useless.

FIGHT.

Though you know it's in vain.

FIGHT.

Because what you had and what you want back is worth fighting for.

LIFE
    is worth fighting for.

Down, down, into your deepest, darkest dreams...
Your hope fades.
And yet somewhere deep inside you, you remember your love and a glimpse of hope creeps into your soul once more.


CHANGE OF PERSPECTIVE.


Now that you are here with me, I am not alone.
But I am weary of you - new to my world and full of anger.
You do not feel at home here, yet this is where you belong.
Anger, hate, fearing your fellow man.
What you feel makes you worthy of this darkened place - yet I feel none of these things.
I do not belong, I am not at home.

BURN.

My retinas ache, light starts to descend from above.
My winged gift floats towards the pit floor, illuminating the blackness that surrounds.
I wait.
You jump and grab.
He is MY gift, MY saviour, but still you think him yours.
I stand in silence, patiently waiting - my turn shall come.
His wings torn, your hands stained red - you are no better than those who put you here.
With all my might I heal my gift - caring not about me.
See what you do?!
See how you act!?
And you call yourselves civil.
It is by your own hand that you dwell in this place, not by opressors or tyrants.
Your own greediness, your own selfishness, your own hatred binds you here.
Yet I stand here, accepting, waiting, knowing I do not belong.
But I am not angry about who put me here - for I know not why I reside here.
But I am here, in darkness and what was solitude, and even though I envy the things you got and the love you felt - I turned out better.
A person who only felt love for one second, one moment, became more than a person with a thousand lifetimes of love.
Even with this love, you seem to be overwhelmed by hatred, and your hatred is what consumed the world of love.
Embracing my precious gift I weep, my tears enough to drown the world - you just sit and stare.
Like scientists with lab rats, uncaring, unfeeling, detatched.
And as you writhe uncomfortably, not knowing what to do, I turn my head and stare at you, pitying what you are.
I turn back to my treasured gift, laying on the ground - I'd give my life to get him back...
My light, my hope, my love.
And as I bow my head, and rest it on his chest, I feel his embrace once more.
Whispered words of comfort and loving warmth are mine.
My world will not crumble now, for I am one with wings.
Swiftly will I flee this place of darkness and dispair - your world will crumble now...
As reality ensues.