The cogs turn
A screeching sound deadens me.
Desperately, I try to crack the code,
It hides in blood
Life, one big walk along one giant winding road
Breaks in my stride, every time I travel it.
What happens if I don’t move and bend with the wind,
Will I break?
Altered states, altered realities
Dreams light up the night sky.
Close my eyes….
The dark place, not quite real, yet mind-bending,
Like the sight of a severed head in the roadway,
Can you see it?
Run away with me, said the stranger.
Days gone by, lost time.
Peak under the covers,
The fantasy is yours, I think.
You’re not on your death-bed,
Not yet anyway.
Angels loosing sleep and devils dancing,
Where does your mind go, she asked?
Remember…. That walk?
Inside you, the rise,
It’s not okay.
Gradually, then suddenly,
A sound coming from the darkness.
Something scraping along the dense brush,
Off to the right.
Thick fog blocks any view through it.
Do you fight?
And take yourself away.
You crawl towards it,
Through damp spider webs, filth under your nails as you drag your corpse,
Legs to weak to stand on.
There, you crawl, inch by inch,
Wet, dirty, looking like something risen from the grave.
It was only one sighting, one head
How can it be real?
Bright, glowing light, hovers over the weeds
All sounds stop!
You crawl on, through the opening in the green thicket,
A young body, owned by an old soul.
One brilliant flash blinds you.
We can only hope the rumors are true.
I believe, something is transcending on a molecular level
A dream realized.
By Crimson Quintessence 2018
Original written work by Gillian Gibson aka Crimson Quintessence 2018. **Click on any Image to redirect to the images webpage/designer where it has been provided. All images are found using Google Image Search and are not always labelled I hold no ownership to any image used unless otherwise stated**