The blood drips down after the shock of a trauma. Spilling down into the vast hole of your heart. Attempt to fill a soul with karma. Rejected. Kill just a little more to jump start this beast wrapped in metal. Fuel it with tainted gasoline soaked into miniture bottles of liquor. Taunt it to trigger illusions of illusions.

That is where everything made sense to me. When it didn't matter that anything had been said. There was no need to understand what could never be understood. Alone with this other worldly knowledge. I see a alien in the mirror.

Signs of prophecy. Dreams of vision. Thoughts of a edge so rarely found. Between the worlds.

A mirror reflecting a mirror that shines through a prism of paradoxes aftershocking breakthroughs that elevate to a higher level of conciousness that radiates the soul energy being burned with passion.

Killing all that ever was inside a mind that creates its own intervals of genius. Ripping out the veins that wrap around the tears of a dying breed. Barely extinct from this place of fallen hell, another dimension of another life that I saw before I exhaled. I shake when I tremble before a dual personality that stands before me. Begging to die under the alter of the full moon. Kill me before the sun rises beyond the hills, where the bodies lay.

Mentally to equipped for such a life. Coming and going through these phases of lost transmission. Trying to compare the perception of one to the other.

Lose everything to be lucky enough to die alone. Under the arched stone tablet, vines surrounding patterns. Here I am a god, no one can touch me. Here, where the time stood still like a mirror that says nothing.

Fire everywhere. Rising.

First off,, Welcome to our Home

And Last but not least,, I have to say this write made me stop, re-read and look at myself a bit deeper this morning,,,

Left me with lots of ponders and the mirror seemed just a bit smaller this morning,

Deep but nice...