Colors whirling before me
In a surreal blur.
A derranged rainbow on X.
Drugs altering the way I see.
False sense of security falls upon me
As I smile like a brain damaged child
At this rainbow.
Ivorys, ebonys, roses...
All mixed into one big melting pot
Of this life.

The life of my unborn child.
Or am I my unborn child?
Floating in the womb of my mother all over again.
Except I remember it.
Chills creep up my spine and resonate
In my brain; thoughts swirling through like the colors.
Sweat breaks out, soaking my body
And the panting begins.
I feel like I'm standing on the sun itself.
But that can't be.

The earth is cracking.
Things fall into the floor,
Breaking instantly.
Colors dissapear.
I feel alone.
What is happening?
I look around frantically,
Sweat droplets whipping of my
Head into my new cell.
I look to the heavens







In question...or regret?







But i don't see my God
I once knew.
I see a swirl of white...
A cloud?
Perhaps.

Clawlike hands appear
Before me.
They are hypnotising,
Cracked red flesh with long fingers,
Dirt smudged into the ragged nails;




Confusion.
Who is this?



Then a silouhette appears behind the rotten hands.
A woman with mind boggling curves,
Narrowing and re blossoming in such a way
That I become lustful...
Two feathery wings
Falling from her perfectly shaped muscular shoulders
To the ground...if there is one.


Her foot goes foreward, revealing a milky flesh
Strapped in a contraption...
Chains...links of iron bind her fragile foot
Almost cutting off circulation, turning her purple.
I reach out for her ironed body...
Retracts quickly, not allowing me anything.

Dancers appear, giving me the wildest show.
A show filled wiht complete works of fire
Bursting in the air.
Illumination lights the room...
Its not a room.
Theyre not dancers.




Shes hideous, her scarred body
Flinched while performing.
Wild Dances.
Wild Dances captivating my soul.
Pulling me in to insanity.
Blazing fires rampaging this realm,
creating a furnace of diabolical joy
That I cant resist.
Embers burn my skin with boiling rage,
But I feel nothing.
Whipping my back, they drive me to the edge
Of my sanity.
Ripped shirt on my body,
Burning pants, clinging to my leg
Like a lost child of my past.



I jump, joining this wild dance,
Pretending and praying
To my new god.

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