As above...so below

What form of light can penetrate the darkness

Tattered ashes

Smoldering beneath the beleaguered decadence of memory

Doomed to walk the thin line between

Life and death

Heaven and Hell

What voice of truth can lay siege to these shadows

Whispering forever through this ashen heart

Searching for peace amongst the remains of tomorrow

Existing only in theory yet desperate to awaken

In the midst of shadows and false prophets

False images, they all blister

into bitter ash and brute fervor

Blowing through tomorrow's memories and yesterday's future

like tumbleweed

scorned, unhealed and broken into pieces from the mirror

of my third eye forever weeping

Even in the darkness, light permeates with its own lies

Smiles still blinding, my mind somehow

pictures divine scriptures perfumed with delirium and wonder

followed ever closely by the dark stench of truth

Is this real

Or am I dreaming?