ECLIPSE OF MIND

My guilt laughs at me haughtily.
A hubristic lecture by my inner child is building a void of my space.
I'm shaping my own dark matter from the leftovers of my remains, smudging them into wisdom.
Prudent is the speculation that my stoicism is able to be valued.
Nostalgia of my higher reason combats the odds that object on my worth and on the limits of my human nature.
Entitled creation...some water and dirt mingled with dysfunctional, electromagnetic force that anticipates its evolution and mastery of its true power..

Angelic thorns that pierce my veins infusing love, slaying my pain.
A female mage, a planar traveler, a soul that's sold...
Some tears blind me, my cheeks annoied with their burning alchemy...
Praying on the dead grass of a heavenly made hell ! Digging furiously underneath the plateau of my radiance to retrieve the coffin of my peace that was buried by Lust and Fear.
An eclipse of my consciousness...

Bipolar reactions, crying and laughing at the same time, existing simultaneously in lower and higher dimensions that sliver me in half.
A virtual hunt shuffles my material arousing a physical orgy.
My endless cup of divine nectar is craved by my ancient powerlessness...
My metamorphosis has a slight sent of cinnamon and toxins.
Knowledge echoes in the room in low frequencies, those that the human ear can't perceive..
I hear a unison of screaming sounds....What are they saying to me!?
The time has come...but there is no time..