On The Inside

I close my eyes with the music playing on the headphones,

feeling the magic rise within,

drawing on the energy from which it was created,

allowing the words to leap forth,

defining where it is all heading,

pretending to be more than they really are,

seeking answers for questions never asked,

providing closure for old wounds which remain open,

in spite of the efforts made to bring about forgiveness,

and the question arises;

how much longer?

this path is worn and riddled with former ghosts and abominations,

but this is all there is,

so one more time down it’s familiar scent will you go,

a little less afraid, a little less sure,

yet willing to face the prospect of another devastating loss,

from which there is no reprise or escape,

opening up the inside to potential killers and thieves,

users of the darkness in various sizes and shapes,

who wait somewhere on the edges for one just such as you,

coming along on unsuspecting rides into places of the night,

from which they might gain an escape,

into a world they could never enter on their own,

where invitation is by accident only,

and survival by even less;

the energy builds like lightning in a mid-summer storm,

seeking to release the accumulation of a thousand wasted nights,

upon the misguided and displaced,

for it is they who have searched the longest and farthest,

even without knowledge of what it was they were seeking,

but sure until the very end that it was lying there all along,

somewhere just beyond reach of this quiet puppet song;

give it to me just one more time,

ram it into my broken insides like a wall of rushing water,

fill me with this sweet sticky substance forever,

abuse these rules until they no longer exist,

find new places where it may begin all over again,

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