- Nov 24, 2003
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I wander through this earth. Devoid of meaning. Driven from one inn to another.
I wander through empty fields and ghost towns;
I aimlessly wander across empty deserts of meaninglessness.
I am nothing . An empty shell of humanity waiting to be filled with the light of love and companionship.
A Wandering soul who screams into the eternity of nothingness.
My eyes are empty sockets with no light. My veins course with cold blood and my mind is devoid of thought or contemplation.
I am merely a man who waits for manhood. A machine with no power.
A mass of matter which floats aimlessly through the void of eternity with no direction and no course. Pushed and shoved.
I am a ghost ship. Abandoned and deserted. Floating free on the high sea. At the mercy of wind and wave. tossed to and fro in the storm. Dashed against the jagged rocks of time and washed up on the shore of uncertainty.
I crawl along the shore toward the light only to find it is a mirage shimmering on a rock pool within my mind.
I spiral down into the depth once more, into an ever decreasing circle of me ness and I ness:
My ever decreasing circle of me ness and I ness encloses around me so that I am only left with me. No room for another .
My circle is complete as it encloses around me. Tightening its grip. Threatening my life. Chocking the air from my lungs.
At my last breath i see a sword flash. The circle breaks and I am lifted. Fresh breath pours into my body. In my dying gasp I look up to see a man towering above me
I am afraid as he stoops down and lifts me. His arms are powerful as he clasps me to his bosom and whispers in my ear. My son, your circle is broken and you are free. Come. Follow me!!I
I wander through empty fields and ghost towns;
I aimlessly wander across empty deserts of meaninglessness.
I am nothing . An empty shell of humanity waiting to be filled with the light of love and companionship.
A Wandering soul who screams into the eternity of nothingness.
My eyes are empty sockets with no light. My veins course with cold blood and my mind is devoid of thought or contemplation.
I am merely a man who waits for manhood. A machine with no power.
A mass of matter which floats aimlessly through the void of eternity with no direction and no course. Pushed and shoved.
I am a ghost ship. Abandoned and deserted. Floating free on the high sea. At the mercy of wind and wave. tossed to and fro in the storm. Dashed against the jagged rocks of time and washed up on the shore of uncertainty.
I crawl along the shore toward the light only to find it is a mirage shimmering on a rock pool within my mind.
I spiral down into the depth once more, into an ever decreasing circle of me ness and I ness:
My ever decreasing circle of me ness and I ness encloses around me so that I am only left with me. No room for another .
My circle is complete as it encloses around me. Tightening its grip. Threatening my life. Chocking the air from my lungs.
At my last breath i see a sword flash. The circle breaks and I am lifted. Fresh breath pours into my body. In my dying gasp I look up to see a man towering above me
I am afraid as he stoops down and lifts me. His arms are powerful as he clasps me to his bosom and whispers in my ear. My son, your circle is broken and you are free. Come. Follow me!!I
