It plays over and over inside my head a tune it directs and composes closing my eyes, with poison in vein feeling the words he discloses The fruit swells and ruptures into me I feel it enter then leave grabs my wrist pulling me free filling me up as I breathe A smile, a tear and a fight until dawn convulsions as pain spews forth heart trembling and shaking and feeling you and this is just where we would start It says to my heart "Shhh...let me speak. I have much to say" --the thing within calms and it soothes me "I will eat it, and take it, oh take it away "then for a while..you will see colapsing onto reality I search for a reason for this the rthym it falls onto my ears I beg for the muse and his kiss I feel the tingle on my lips of one who was near another tear falls cementing my fear .... I hear it cry with new sight I feel its warmth oh so near something was spoken at birth in my ear drawing me, bringing keeping me here
It is written.
The truthful process of how my soul is written.- From The Dark Faerie Journal