Awake the Dead.

[rewiiired]

Awake the dead,
crack it open for there's
something hiding.

You saw it there that evening.

Life is held prisoner inside
as the need continues to swell.
Gave me a taste to anticipate
the window to come, to finally breathe;
a temporary release from this cold,
calloused, tense zombie shell.

Push me against the wall again,
force yourself against me.
It's riveting.

Awake the dead,
leave me hanging on a
rope of dark desires with visions
dancing in my mind like
shadows around a fire that you've
just inconsiderately left me
here just burning in.

Volatile and sizziling.

Can we perhaps just give up this insipid
myth of innocence, laugh back at ideals that bound us,
and embrace all they have called vices?

Can we invest in these libertine fanatasies
and insane impulsions from the rising surplus charging
the coiled serpent, now at discount prices?

You know as well as I know that
we know what they don't:
that our divinity can be found in
the darkest places within.

You're at the door and changing.
Take my hand, I'll guide you in...

 

[Mehm]

fantastic read. the pagan/feminine imagery is gripping.

 

[(Wordy)]

I love the way this begins so mysteriously:

Awake the dead,
crack it open for there's
something hiding.

You saw it there that evening.

And the ending too:

You're at the door and changing.
Take my hand, I'll guide you in...