posted on Jan, 20 2013 @ 08:12 AM
Though I wrestle with The Dragon nightly,
I can't say I know him rightly.
Late at night, he slips inside my head;
while I lie naked in my dark bed.
He tells of things that used to be.
Before the moon, before the sea,
before illusion of reality.
So The Dragon speaks to me...
"I lie dreaming in my dark bed,
when Creator came and broke my head.
Made small toys with all the pieces,
set them up and gave them Jesus.
Creator divided day from the night,
and parted me with his piercing light.
Falsely declared that it was good...
as if it were completely understood.
This universe you think to be,
is made from every part of me.
And I'm striving, don't you see,
to regain my singularity.
So you see that it's no surprise,
that you see me when you close your eyes.
I've been here long before time,
with anarchy and abstract rhyme.
Creator had no right you see,
to kill me with his creativity.
I slowly take back that which is mine,
with anarchy and abstract design.
It's useless to stand in my way,
I vow to be whole again, someday.
No hard feelings...I wish you well.
I've got to be going...I'll see you in Hell."
All that's left of Him are the seams,
they come to see me in my dreams.
From all around and in-between,
with anarchy and abstract scheme.