Journey to the Beaten Holy Ground
Location
The monster inside me claws through every muscle fiber in my body
And I feel weaker every minute
Lacking expression, my surroundings drip cold and motionless
Like a thin stroke of paint on a dusty white canvas
The imprinted golden floorboards remind me of the past
Drifting through an infinite stream
I am now alone
Drowning in a tide-less ocean
Listening to the limited precious time tick by
Lifeless and neglected
These stained white walls fade my identity
And the light shining through the cloudy windows
Drag me closer the golden gates
Clutching my body to the bed hinges
For I’ll not sacrifice my soul
I must remain attached to earth
Pumping through my shriveled arteries
My lukewarm red blood instincts me to stop beating
And fly away to a safe place
Intoxicating my veins
Goblins leak out from the lifeless dark cave
Urgent and sudden
I feel the need to scream at the top of my lungs
As the devil purges closer
Inflaming my chest
My cheeks heat up
And sweat drips down my face
Like tears passing along my crooked nose.
Closing my eyes
I view a world with no pain
The rush through my organs quit
For now I know
I continue no longer lost in dark shadows
Beaming through the crisp orchard
Sunlight keeps me safe
The white glossy shell of life shatters
As if I existed again, fumbling to the beaten Holy Ground