Down here, the river is king, It’s path through the rocks, Is how it does sing, Tunnels and chambers, Left only in it’s wake, The beauty of nature’s, Elegant mistakes. Time does stand still, And the air fails to travel, Light dances endlessly, Above the gravel, But the majestic secrets, This dwelling does hold, Will reveal themselves, To only the bold
I miss you my beautiful beast. My angry muse; a perfect reflection of who I once was. The last time I saw the pale lines that made up you, I lost it. I was convinced you'd be the last person I ever saw. I was convinced I'd die with you clawing your way through my brain. I couldn't get away from you. I didn't want to; until I did. Until I called some friends I had not yet met. They wanted to show me the way. They wanted to know if I knew the way. I did not my love. I tried to tell them I hated you. I swore I'd rid myself of you but I always felt invincible when you were killing me. I couldn't stay away from you long, could I? When I felt I had failed, when I knew it was over, when it wasn't, I felt sorry for myself. I felt alone. And we're not meant to be alone. No-one's meant to be alone. That's why I picked up where I left off when I returned to you. They thought they'd flushed you out of my system. But no, I know where to find you when the pity party has come to a close. Call it luck. Call it fate. But I needed to taste you, and then to hate you, one last time, before it was too late.
eyes open or closed, it makes no difference down here the world is void of light I sink under the earth's skin of dirt and hair of grass into the bone structure that is the caverns of rock below empty and silent Handicapped, I'm blind to this world Is it not strange to fall while climbing underground? hollowness in my body mirrors the air I breathe and stillness controls the atmosphere of a tomb more lifeless than the body inside it My mental state is the maze of boulders I can't navigate alone lost half a mile in, how far up I don't know but I crawl on my back and squeeze through physical barriers deeper still and
I swear to you there is nothing like climbing up into the sunlight onto a ceiling of snow and pebbles that you looked at from below.