Sometimes I'll walk through places recesses of my soul where I usually find lurking memories trying to ambush, hidden passions and desires asleep. Hiking
known and others yet to discover the hidden side of my humanity, the point where the deity does not exist and all you can hear old prayers are just empty.
The scent of another body, moistening the skin sweat of others, involving the flesh and mind, falling into oblivion. Hits
in each of the faces that show often and where they do not show sores that are left dry and bleeding.
may return to find the delicate balance that keeps me from the evil, perhaps again to hear the voice that comes across that numbs and releases the demons, those who seek me trying to live through me.
A light sleep in some forgotten corner, still trying to awaken. Glow
silent memories, properly stored so as not to disturb.
known and others yet to discover the hidden side of my humanity, the point where the deity does not exist and all you can hear old prayers are just empty.
The scent of another body, moistening the skin sweat of others, involving the flesh and mind, falling into oblivion. Hits
in each of the faces that show often and where they do not show sores that are left dry and bleeding.
may return to find the delicate balance that keeps me from the evil, perhaps again to hear the voice that comes across that numbs and releases the demons, those who seek me trying to live through me.
A light sleep in some forgotten corner, still trying to awaken. Glow
silent memories, properly stored so as not to disturb.
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