Pulled particles
Distorted skin pixilates
A mist of flesh
Torn on the anatomical plain
The gravitational pull of the event horizon
Removes the spirits sword from the physical sheath
Unencumbered by the heaviness of the body
All that may pass are what remains
Just waves of consciousness
The darkness of the void only welcomes the unafraid
No fear of material death
Understand there is no end
This dimension is unforgiving
Yet provides without limits
Energy is incessant in the recycling of its self
Don't let the gift of perception become your curse
What we believe as truth is a testament to the individuals utilization of conviction
Your disposition is a filter for the blackness
Those who cling desperately to their own humanity will feel nothing but the stripping of what they mistaken as existence
Beings prepared to ascend will feel bliss as the true reality of the void is revealed to them
The realm of a higher dimension can only be seen as empty to those on lower frequencies
Where we are going identity has no home
All that surrounds you are variations
Boundless examples of yourself
Let go and relinquish your delusions of control
Or be consumed by vermin
Disintegrate into the soil pieced and quartered
No level of prevention will avoid the inevitable
Your human costume belongs to the worms
Only the soul can walk the bridge to all there is to learn

To search with hope to regain
The seeking soul doesn't recognize
These vacant eyes peering back
From the distortions of lifes rippling waves
We must have dropped it somewhere
The pendant of our identity
Lost in the blur of the passing road
We lost ourselves somewhere along the way
We retrace our steps
Trying to recount the exact moment
We strayed from the safety of the course
The fork we faced
Forced a choice to be made
One of great importance
One we weren't ready to make
Little clue that our decisions
Would be life changing
We decided without considering
The obstacles we'd be facing
Though any choice is better than none
We still could have given this more thought
Any action is better than stagnation
But we rushed our development
And in our haste we forgot what was most important
We lost our reason, our purpose
Somewhere along the way

The manifestation of matter is divinities cosmic intent
Our Universe is efficient in its means to cultivate life forms
Harnessed by consciousness, and fixed within an organic vessel
Each peculiar anatomical organism has an individual perception, and from a distinct focal point
We experience life subjectively.

You're not a victim
You're an accessory
You're no spectator
You're a participant
You have control
But never really do
You have the power
To forfeit or keep it
What you believe
Will be true
No choice is a choice
Indecision is definitive
Hesitation is costly
Inaction is consequential
Pride can be blinding
Emotions distort decision
Logic is subjective
Perception creates division
We can look at the same image
But see something completely different
Repetition becomes boring
The extraordinary becomes ordinary
Excitement is lost to continued exposure
Reality gets lost on old wives tales
Lies turn into truths
Misinformation gets passed off as facts
Honesty is the most effective way to be deceptive
Reality is often too strange to believe
Being aggressively forthcoming sounds like science fiction
Youre too funny
You must be joking
Transparency is a rarity
Silence speaks loud
Think for yourself
Question your own convictions
Acknowledge your imperfections
Your conclusions may only be your own
The fear of being wrong chases humility away
Without the wisdom to make corrections
Lessons are wasted on deaf students
Taught by tongue tied teachers speaking in riddles, riddled with undiscernible rhythms
Knowledge is wasted on minds on different wavelengths
Even the clearest translations of life changing experiences are like hieroglyphs
The teachings are diminished to empty words, lost on minds not at the right point in their lives required to receive them
Seeing is believing
Description doesn't make the same impact as being a witness
Experience is the only real way to learn
Sense is found by singed fingers tips
With a new appreciation for blistering stove tops whos temperature taught a valuable lesson with the sound of crackling skin
Pain is our greatest teacher
It's sting is permanent
A brand burned in our heads
What you make of your pain can either be your greatest accomplishment
Or your ticket to a torture chamber
That has become your mind
Just remember what's inside
Is what will be reflected onto others
Your story makes an impression on everything you touch
Become the person you needed on your darkest days
Love is leading others to the light you went through hell to find
Survival should give you a sense of confidence and strength
Not the anxiety thats giving you those restless legs

Ill be your landfill, your dump, your wasteland
Unload your baggage and burdens on me
Discard the blame like a sea of crushed cans and garbage
Piled as far as the eye can see
Litter me with the accountability you avoided to sleep soundly
While my pillow holds mountains of hopeless thoughts and shattered dreams
You just needed a villian for your story
A sacrificial goat for your alter of self loathing
You thought that if you made them hate me
It'd be validation to treat me like you treat yourself inside your head.
I will escape your abuse but you will always be stuck with you.
Ill see you at your bedside, when you're paralyzed with remorse
These yellow eyes glow behind the closet door
My presence hangs heavy, fog curls floating over your wooden floor
I'm a haunting force, a creek in the night
An apparition in the shadowed corner
My wounds will heal but you'll live with the torture
We both know the truth
You did this to yourself
You'll be scorched in the end
By the same fire you tried to throw me in.
You're stuck with you, but I no longer am.