The Dark Side of the Moon

Something, a bit dark....




Have you ever felt all alone and forlorn? Something running from the tip of yor head
to the end of your toe, chilling all that is and freezing something inin your
veins. Something that is arcane,pure and unadulterated, like life itself ,surging
through.
With every breath of yours, it slows and clots.
And yet a sudden spasm blows it up all again.
A dormant volcano brought to life, breathing fire, turning all ice into lava.
Yet it flows down, the ale of spirits, scarlet and all intoxicating.
Drip ,drip,drip; drop by drop it falls and accumulate, blackening the floor beneath.
Thick and dark, it reeks of a sickly sweet mixed smell; the smell of dreams and
desires both hidden and revealed. of the tales your heart hid in a deep lair or told
them for the winds to spread. of guilts and sins and thoughts so beautiful and
lovely as the summer mornings and the ones dark, pitch dark of the secret revolting
pleasures you want to enjoy.
Thoughts that rush all at once, swirling and hurtling; to suffocate you,smother your
senses drowning every last bit of your existence into oblivion.
And a bleak purple silhouette enwraps you, as you lie in the bed; a crimson stream
running down your slashed wrists and slit throat.
Your mouth! Its full of bitter bile and blood; your own blood, every time you cough.
Tell me, how it taste? Nice and hot? or Vile and salty?
Inches by inches pain shoots up in your body,like the poison from a viper's kiss.it
crawls all along you and singes every part it touches. you burn and smoulder, but no
flames ensue, no smoke either.

Calm down my friend.Lie silently; feel yourself floating in a vast river or on blue
sheets of icy glaciers that skim the oceans.
Just drift uninhibited; give up the futile struggles.

And embrace your final destiny. The last dance.....
Amen!


Regards,
Gunjan