mystic

 
the day bent and boil
it was full of paranormal activity
I reach out to touch the veil

snap, pop, the air was electric
it sent a pulse through my synapses
opening my third eye
 
I saw a lady looming by me
she held a knife  
she look conflicted  

I understood what troubled her
I called her from the edge of indecision  
saying free me
 
save me from this misery
we will walk together through the  doorway
you are the high priestess of self-discovery
I am ready to take this journey
 
on the appointed day
I will uncover the truth
this is what I see
while searching the mists