Concentric circles spiral towards me,
And I am engulfed
The darkness screams at me from all directions
Sight is but a fantasy
But sound, sound is my friend.
Echoes of my voice greet me with pictures.
I do not collide with my prison walls,
As I soar through the cylindrical black
And suddenly I am free
The skies welcome me
And clothe me in its gentle blues and greys
The air licks at my face
In my jaws I carry glorious meat
Triumphant I am -
And soon I will be returning
through the tunnel black for more
-A.M.E.N.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
Concentric circles spiral towards me,
And I am engulfed
The darkness screams at me from all directions
Sight is but a fantasy
But sound, sound is my friend.
Echoes of my voice greet me with pictures.
I do not collide with my prison walls,
As I soar through the cylindrical black
And suddenly I am free
The skies welcome me
And clothe me in its gentle blues and greys
The air licks at my face
In my jaws I carry glorious meat
Triumphant I am -
And soon I will be returning
through the tunnel black for more
-A.M.E.N.
This was completely random. I'm not even sure what I have depicted here.
