The fairy’s have lost their way…
Sacred dust falls, gathered on hallowed ground..
The nymphs have abandoned enchantment…
Inspiration held hostage by terrorist of the mind…
A sprite no longer fleet of foot, delivers messages unheard… And even she has quiet discontentment…
Head bowed… Hopes smothered… All that’s left is each other.. In a realm unbeknownst to you…
Yet you’re not oblivious to their magic…
Well as of now unmagic…
As your eye seals shut… Nothing of their world can exist…
Murky depths of reality are all cleared up through the power of the rationale mind..
You know it all … So you say…
And so you think…
And so it comes to past…
Yet, It couldn’t be further from the truth…
Cracked concrete symbolizes your damaged souls… You rather walk on that than by faith…
Because what’s real is what’s real… Anything outside of that can be fixed by a pill… Or a liquid… Or some powder…
Drown out the hurt… Conversely as you drown out your imagination…
And any vestige of possibility, of transfiguring this life and perhaps the next…
Stuck in a loop, you and I both… Ignoring the messengers… Killing the message..
Leaving the Fairies, The Nymphs, The Sprites to sit idly by….heads bowed… With a sad hurt in their eye… Let them live for you for you bring them life… When your light shines bright they too illuminate the netherworld…
When you allow your shine to dim… They have nothin but the cold… Dark… Residuals of your mind… To suffer.. To be encaged…
A dungeon of misery and predictive programming that will eventually lead to their suffocation… With such lil hope… They may just quiet themselves and die off completely…
Not quite a suicide for they really had no means of survival..
Gaze off into the nothingness..
And you’ll eventually stumble across a grave yard full of lost hopes and dreams…
And miniature wings…
inglorious Resurrection 