Letters from the pit
Time is my greatest enemy and my largest hope…
Every stroke of the second hand, every day checked off my calendar… I am farther from all I know to be heaven and home
But
One more second and one more day closer to it too…
With painted on smiles we march through the depressive and pretend it’s not there, while the castles we’ve built in the sand crumble beneath its tides…
We are stuck with a vision in our minds, one that won’t let go…the heart truly does want what it wants…
So solid and clear is that vision, that it defines what is unwanted…
A taste of heaven more clearly outlines where the snakes hide in the grass
All the more visible beneath our light
It is a dark and foreboding thing that broods over an empty nest
An empty plate that held the feast of feasts
I do not mind that depression and anger walk beside me
Just and righteous companions … hidden beneath the same facade that has always hidden my nature…my truth…my need
I will turn their blades inward to fashion a sword of my own
Inside the cauldron of my own soul
Pounding the steel of my own heart and resolve amidst the fires that burn for you
I cannot remove the sufferings
But I can target them
Give them greater purpose and meaning …
Bleed from the devils heart greater wisdom, greater strength, greater dominance over my internal domain…
Charmed, graced, and blessed I stand in a pool of my own blood
We are the sacrifice for something
May it please the eye of him that has called us to this alter
Where our names are written in blood
May the scent of our burning rise into the air and please the nostrils
The dragon and his lady
Every stroke of the second hand, every day checked off my calendar… I am farther from all I know to be heaven and home
But
One more second and one more day closer to it too…
With painted on smiles we march through the depressive and pretend it’s not there, while the castles we’ve built in the sand crumble beneath its tides…
We are stuck with a vision in our minds, one that won’t let go…the heart truly does want what it wants…
So solid and clear is that vision, that it defines what is unwanted…
A taste of heaven more clearly outlines where the snakes hide in the grass
All the more visible beneath our light
It is a dark and foreboding thing that broods over an empty nest
An empty plate that held the feast of feasts
I do not mind that depression and anger walk beside me
Just and righteous companions … hidden beneath the same facade that has always hidden my nature…my truth…my need
I will turn their blades inward to fashion a sword of my own
Inside the cauldron of my own soul
Pounding the steel of my own heart and resolve amidst the fires that burn for you
I cannot remove the sufferings
But I can target them
Give them greater purpose and meaning …
Bleed from the devils heart greater wisdom, greater strength, greater dominance over my internal domain…
Charmed, graced, and blessed I stand in a pool of my own blood
We are the sacrifice for something
May it please the eye of him that has called us to this alter
Where our names are written in blood
May the scent of our burning rise into the air and please the nostrils
The dragon and his lady
