What of the monsters within out dreams? Forever forcing outwards clawing from the prison of the body But somehow always elusive when we stop and look So journey farther now into the blackness to search for This thing that scratches in symbolism on the face of my soul You must descend without the fear of not being able to return Clamber on with no tether, dare not question the abyss before you Oh…this shell… There is no here nor there Light or dark On or off Stricken wild with desire as I struggle to inspire Singular, but defines me Perfection has its recourse in a way I’m coerced Lying solitary I shall inundate Dried blood cracks and falls from my lips Because of a smile Almost there Blind men to lead the prophets (overcompensate the fallacy) Opening minds so that you may see (misinterpret as an entity) Made to vomit at your stupidity