I awake wandering through my minds horrible corridor reflecting on false tongues.
Traversing down my lobes tangled from scars of misplaced trust.
I claw my way inside and out of sanity, life that which does not suit justice at hells gate where my own joker is my cell mate.
Stumbling blindly over corpses mutilated from ravens and dogs i fumble on my own truth of which words have no place but in a waste bucket of toxic sentiment.
I snake down my camouflaged spine of stone chiseling out memories of pictographs and cracks of pain.
A dark blackened object hides in a cave with no light slowly breathing, beating itself up against time running to an end.
My third eye lights the cave and i see the leaches draining this poor things life right from it with no remorse.
I can't stand the sight so i edge my way around to the back side of my spine only to see a battlefield.
Knives and axes lodged deep into the stone spine with shattered handles.
Gold ones, silver ones, and pearled ones.
Lusts of life stick out on their opposite end of devotion.
I tried to remove them but it pained my hands to do so.
I leave the death to rest.
I change my path and walk out on the ledges stretching outward from my stone spine and climb upward towards a flat land that is like a plate of armor, tough but giving.
I walk over faults, craters, and trenches.
Shovels, picks, and buckets lay littered then i notice a glimmer off in the distance.
I make my way towards the sparkle taking note of the trampled terrain.
Does no one not care for where they run and play?
I get to about half way in this valley of shambles and stop above the glitter, its gold. unmanipulated, untouched gold.
I bend down to pick it up and as i get closer it brightens a little .
I retract in awe and it dims.
I bend towards it again and again, it shone bright like golden honey.
I reach closer and it starts to hum softly.
I go to pick it up and as soon as i make contact, i…
…Snap back to reality all thanks to gravity
Plucked away from the tragedy thrown back into sanity
Past proclivities stuck in their insanity
As I walk away from them effortlessly
Disscinigrating swords and dissolving axes
While wounds healing and my heart's taxes
Withheld no more forever more as they are nevermore
She sleeps sound in my arms and the Raven still soars
Freely flying by her side
Tapping wing tips above clouds of lore
Feathers flaunting each other in stride
Wind washing away the acid beneath my skin
Flying above the valley of litter and craters I look down
Deserving souls trying to escape what keeps them down
The screams and cries that use to be my sound
Is now stuck in the minds of the confound
She pulled me up when she came to me
As my soul of sight lay near death
He looked up at her with concern for me
He knew with her now here he could heal in rest
I cried for his pain while for mine she did the same
Another page turned, another page stained
The Fool and the World's hearts now lay as one
Two of a kind like the two of wands