
Blinded by fear seeing no way out, slowly walk, certainly forward. Warm clay, easy to manipulate into what its' master wants. Like hoarfrost in winter their eyes see beauty but beneath lies destruction and waste.
Words make my ears bleed as my heart rises to my throat and it throws profanity about. It rushes from my mouth like a cold north wind. The tears that fall freeze as iced breath cracks the glass. I reach for one and then another. My hand, suspended in the nothingness, my fingers are white and numb in the cold of the dark night.
The apron strings are tied so tight that there is no breath, without them it all falls apart. Drowning, suffocated and crushed. Screams for help frighten the delicate away.
Cowards and cravens dressed for battle, beckon the gentle warrior to fight for them, with insatiable appetites greedy gluttons veraciously devour the spoils and with the fleshy parts of lust fresh between their teeth they beg for more.
Running toward the light, tripping and falling in the tangled web of lies, empty words and pompous philosophy of logic.
Seeing nothing, feeling everything, smell the rain, hear the light. He has freed us all, we are prisoners no more.
~Garden of Shadows: Lunebleu