Do you Hear the drip drop as the liquid hits the floor?
It is the sound of a soul that's been tormented to the point that it has started to pour itself out in gushes and waves of agony.
The host of the soul is so torn and at war with itself that it is always crying out Why?
Why can't you just let go?
We all know what this is about.
It's about the fear that you harbour deep down inside.
The fear that drives you,
it rides you and grips you inside.
Tearing off little bits and letting infection in to reside.
As your body slowly consumes itself like a pustulous plague.
You infect those around you,
through no real sound logic or reason.
You taint them with your poisonous oozing heartsong of the season.
Lamenting in your woe that there is only one way for things to go.
You fear that you've failed, ignored all recourse.
You beat yourself bloody – only there are no bruises on the outside
You scream but no sound leaves your lips
You take all the blame and carry a heavy burden upon your shoulders.
Then one day you wake up,
You open your eyes for once and truely see that you fought a galliant fight and the fault is not yours,
This everyone else already knows,
Your just slower stepping up to the plate.
And yet you question and doubt what your soul is screaming at you.
You continue to tear yourself inside out until,
Despite your efforts to sabotage your actions you forge forward on an uncharted path.
Discarding the self created shackles that you had placed on your soul.
Listening at last to that muffled voice in your heart and finally...finally being true to yourself.
Finally realizing that the fear was the mind killer.
It was gnawing at you slowly tearing off one peice at a time and feeding it to cerberus.
As he stood watch over the gate of your self created hell.
That place deep inside where you stored the essence that was you,
Bound and gaged and raped on a daily basis.
As you allowed yourself to be denied those things that were fundamentally belonging to you.
Everyone else sees it but you,
That there is no blame to lay there is only this to say.
The little muffled muse stands up inside you.
Stands up tall and screams I will face my fear.
I will no longer allow it to hold me back from the decisions and the choices that I should have made a long time ago.
They wont see it coming.
Those that have profited from my vigil of silence those that have been allowed to take liberties Against which i would have guarded.
I will reclaim my power purge the festing plague.
Burn myself to the ground and emerge from the ashes.
Complete
Whole
And free.
