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Emotional Eclipse
Sometimes..
I wanna take my soul
back to the beginning
Cause my life...
has started spinning
as the veil
between the worlds
has started thinning
and I...
Can almost see Beelzabub
Grinning...
Skin prickles ...
with a premonition...
something is coming...
this way soon...
As I hear whispers in my ear
from long ago tell me
I used to be the moon
As moist vapors of madness
kiss my lips...
I wonder...
If I ..am supposed to be the moon
then why do I feel like an eclipse?
As I dive into the abyss
and swim in it's thickness
I do back strokes and leg kicks
as I drench my spirit in this richness
Unafraid...I go deeper still
Till I stand at the cavern of the underworld
I fight to hold on to my will...
For there are soft ...pliable things there...
that sabotage one from within...
Making a soul weak...
making it easier...to sin
Emotions...of the rawest nature...
make there way out of the pit..
enveloping me...like
a magnetic cloud attaching themselves
to the underbelly of my soul...
where the sour thoughts...grow
Now...
I come up for air...
strangely
changed...and aware...
Comfortable with seeing
the unseen things...
that would curl the blood
of most human beings
Yet...I know good lives in me
somewhere...in my heart...
It just so happens...
I ...am not afraid...
of the dark
I wanna take my soul
back to the beginning
Cause my life...
has started spinning
as the veil
between the worlds
has started thinning
and I...
Can almost see Beelzabub
Grinning...
Skin prickles ...
with a premonition...
something is coming...
this way soon...
As I hear whispers in my ear
from long ago tell me
I used to be the moon
As moist vapors of madness
kiss my lips...
I wonder...
If I ..am supposed to be the moon
then why do I feel like an eclipse?
As I dive into the abyss
and swim in it's thickness
I do back strokes and leg kicks
as I drench my spirit in this richness
Unafraid...I go deeper still
Till I stand at the cavern of the underworld
I fight to hold on to my will...
For there are soft ...pliable things there...
that sabotage one from within...
Making a soul weak...
making it easier...to sin
Emotions...of the rawest nature...
make there way out of the pit..
enveloping me...like
a magnetic cloud attaching themselves
to the underbelly of my soul...
where the sour thoughts...grow
Now...
I come up for air...
strangely
changed...and aware...
Comfortable with seeing
the unseen things...
that would curl the blood
of most human beings
Yet...I know good lives in me
somewhere...in my heart...
It just so happens...
I ...am not afraid...
of the dark
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