Where The Light Is

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fences

this is the deep and dying breath

give my gun away when it's loaded

the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

because this road is all you'll ever have

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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Friday, January 21, 2011, 12:16 AM I had a little to drink, closed my eyes and when I opened them, something took me by the hand. It pulled me towards an unknown darkness and a place so cold my eyelids started to become stiff. It's ragged breath the metronome to my own beating heart, its moist grip still clinging to my wrist. I felt small barbs dig into my flesh from behind me, I tried to turn but it only made the scar hurt more. We scaled down a hill made of rotting limbs and the river that flowed dried into a lake of salt in the far distance. 'Tears.' The creature mumbled under its foul tongue and pulled me further along. The ground started getting softer and I could feel something pulsing underneath it. The barbs seemed to dig deeper into my spine until eventually I felt it gripping my chest from behind as we reached the bottom of the mountain. 'In here, there is no hope, there is no point, only effort that is wasted by your own foolery.' I did not quite understand exactly what the creature was saying nor why it had taken me down here. I knew I had to shake myself out of this nightmare but I felt like I had to stay for just a little bit longer, like there was something worth watching. The creature reached into the ground and pulled out a small sachet made of a smooth hide-like substance. He pushed a cold finger through it's opening and pulled out from it a small diamond that I could only make out as a glint in its hand. 'This is hope.' The creature placed it in my palm and clasped it tight to me. It burned white hot in my palm and I screamed out, wanting to let go. But the more I resisted, the more the barbs would twist inside my chest and burn me from the inside. It slowly released its grip and when I opened my palm, the diamond had crumbled into fine dust that fell through my hands and into the ground. There it began to glow like fire, the particles moving about erratically. After a few minutes, it formed a small butterfly that took off into the darkness. The creature began to cry and its tears became diamonds and sank deep into the pulsing underground. 'Where am I? Why have you brought me here?' I asked, hoping that my hint of an immediate exit was explicitly brought across. 'This, is your heart, and you are a fool.' The creature tightened its grip on me and looked up from the ground pulling its face closer to mine. I stared back at myself through doubtful eyes and I finally understood. The creature again reached deep into the pulsating ground and pulled out more diamonds. 'This is worthless here. Take it and do with it what you will. Your dreams and your desires hurt me, and so I weep when your mind begins to flourish. Let go of everything. There will be a time and there will be a place. Until then, the hope you create for yourself is false and does nothing but send butterflies to your stomach. Forget about the hope you create, son, forget.' I start to cry as I watch myself walk away, the diamonds I place in my palm burn white hot again and crumble into dust and explode into small butterflies of a deep dark red. I call out my name but I don't answer. I walk away and I try to stop myself from leaving but I don't care. I fall to my knees and stop. Not because I can't, but because I don't want to. Things would be so much easier if nothing happened. I close my eyes again and I fall backwards onto my armchair. My blank phone stares back at me from the corner table, I begin to think but stop. Try to stop before it's too late. What I must do is clearer than night, but getting through to it is an entirely different case and point and I'm giving up.		the machiavellian ist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. 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