In Lucid Scream


Frozen in amber flesh,
I am drawn to the super-
conscious.

A waking dream.

Fear that excites the soul
rings inside my mind ever louder.
Dispensing the spirit towards

unknown

passages lighting way.
Shadows of wild-ones lurk
Anticipation for the disregard
a novice might have of their soul.

Take into the voyage the song
of the eternal praise, I urge of men.
Need not worry I ponder,
for courage was the candle that lit path
to my internal slumber.

I must be one
with the night and the dying dawn that
awaits the return of

Congruency.

Walking through walls is only
a fraction of applause in comparison
to the difference a journey in the
world of the damned can make,

Broken clocks,
years as digits,
 fading in a memory not forgot.

I ask…

The shadows respond with the
echo of cries calling shallow rains.
Physical reality swallows my void
and the tears in my eyes break the
silence and shock me back to
animated state.

My soul screams unlike before!

So the quest be not uphold and
may the spirits learn to rise again
in a society of mirrored faces and
not the ingenuity of body without soul.

I reach out once more
Holding tight
returning to the unknown
in search

of my own.