A Truth?

    Song carried on fog, how bitter, how sweet. Oh but for one we fall, oh but for one we fail, oh but for one we try and pant and gasp the last gasp, breathe the last puff of sweet air. Oh person, oh nothing! Dreams so far, so near, so very, very long ago. Weary eyes bleed streams of mirage, that which is there yet only a figment of the mind, desperate for the sugarcoated sweetness of swallow's song and stinging sour suffering. For the real, however unreal. However dirty and broken with sharp edges, splinters under your skin reminding you of mortality...

    Suffering not for naught but for life, for the true - for the painful, unpenned truth sought only by the enduring and sometimes, the crazed. That truth we feel as we dance amongst the stars and amongst the dirt, the rocks, the waters, the flame burning brightly by our bedside. That truth which we hold and yet cannot see, that truth living within us, that frees us and in which we find our solitudes, for there is none greater than the pure.

    Burn so bright you'll forget the wax about you, your purpose. One candle in a room of many, so lonely. Choirs of the angelic, the satanic, finest harmony. What is love but melody and harmony, unity and insanity? For when we are one we are none. We are one tonight, cry and dance to what is above you! What is in your heart and your head, your head which is strapped to the ground by the bonds of gluttony and greed and science? What is your honour to serve and your passion to slave over? What is your truth that will set you free?

    Fixed firmaments of stars unchangingly shifting, sense embracing us closer with chains, we grin at the whip, we toil at a single voice. Not for them we slave, not truly. Our masters but a single piece of our puzzle, we pray and call and work for ourselves, the vices we consume.

    Cry your cries, point your fingers, and scream your chaos in the name of love. Cease and desist, the swelling screeches are deafening us and them. Bigotry has no place in this fire, this clashing unification of the holy and the demons, we want only what we want and not your words.

    For I would rather become one as a demon than be akin to these liars, these salesmen with their honey-coated words.