The Man with No EyesThere once was a man with no eyes Who lived in a house with no windows The windows, with which to see To see inside, to see within The eyes that held no happiness No anger no love With which the world was blocked From seeing in his heart For there, inside his chest Bloomed a lonesome rose It pedals, sprawled like wings Wings with which to fly His tender heart beat softly Echoing in the empty house His hands searched the blankness Searching, hoping To find a way to escape He never lost his hope Not a moment of falter For in his heaThe Man with No Eyes
StillThere, someone knocks on the door to my subconsciousStill
Heavy fists echoing through the empty chambers of thought Once occupied by fluttering frustration, clouds of anger, bubbles of hate Ancient forgotten letters forming an alphabet of mediocrity Confusion speaking in a backward tongue, native to a lost childhood The innocence of youth raped in the name of self-loathing Rippling through the murky waters, a hand beckons Cradling my sanity within his gentle palm A soft bed of flesh to sooth my aching mentality A bed, in which I might rest. Heart, head, body, soul.
To sleep
The SaviorHe had slept soundly. The sounds of the passing cars a floor below him sent him into a deep, dreamless sleep. His body knew rest, and his mind knew peace. He lay in the black oblivion of his subconscious, when he heard her voice.The Savior
Jason...Jason...wake up.
He thought it was the beginning of a dream. The sound of his name on her lips drew his mind back into consciousness. It echoed through the curtain of sleep and his mind was stirred.
He knew it was her. It couldn’t have been anything or anyone else. The calmness of her voice, the sensuality of her lips forming words to beckon him.
Hello.
Not Impressed
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