June 8 2010

Its true that in the light I have no fear...
Not because I've become unbreakable, infallible, or unwavering.

But for I can no longer remember the demons in the dark.
All those grotesque faces of faded memories
Their previous pleasantness eroded away by time's icy touch.
The smiles like cruel porcelain, cracked and forced.
The staggering weight focused into vulnerability.
Like one thousand souls aboard one million sinking ships
All dying the same watery isolated death.
I scream for them and wish for my suffering to end
So I may end theirs.

But I'm not strong.
I run for the light.
And leave the past's lessons alone with the evil from which I fled.

So don't look to me for guidance,
for without light's penetrating seduction
I would still be with you.
Fighting in the dark.