Enter The Grey

Enter The Grey

Darkness fades into the grey.

Emotion blinding the senses.

Reality shattered.

Tumbling into madness.

Down…down…down.

Through the looking glass.

The world is somewhat more appealing.

Though I know it is not real.

But a delusion of emotion.

I crave the dream.

Walking the type rope.

Passion and insanity consume the soul.

Reality is no more… there is only the dream.

Woven out of emotion and fueled by imagination.

Lost but not without hope… I walk amongst the grey.

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Outtakes

I found this poem in my files.

Enjoy the magick.

Heart

Ember left to smolder within my broken heart your eternal flame still carries on…

Burning forever and always amongst the darkness, the shadows of my aching soul.

Darkness has overtaken me.

The insanity.

Your light still shines through .

Burning softly within.

Keeping me warm, keeping me safe.

From that of my tortured mind…

Am I blind?

No I can see… I can see more clearly than ever before, even though you are gone.

Never to be seen again.

Your soul stolen by god… who the fuck does he think he is.

Selfishly I curse him for you belonged to me.

And I to you.

Just us two…

Now I sit alone.

You are everywhere.

I feel you burning within my chest.

Tired… so tired, we both must rest.

You curse me.

Haunting my dreams.

There is no escaping your ghost.

Your ember left to smolder.

My world… grows colder.

Our love will burn for eternity.

Our souls intertwined for infinity.

Your flame.

My shame.

Am I insane?

Rage.

Love.

Hate.

Emotions run through my soul.

My mind pays the toll…

I light a candle in your memory. A flame that is left to dance within my shatter heart of glass

Destroyed by time, stolen by god!

I curse his name; I curse such a god…

My love for you will burn forever on.

Time carries on

Life must go on

Can I move on?

I must move on.

Rage.

Love.

Hate.

These emotions I emanate.

You incinerate… me.

The burning within my chest had come to a rest one last test…of strength.

I blow out the flame.

Such pain.

So much pain…

I know the remorse will subside.

The pain of the flame.

The ember.

Remember…

Why must I remember?

Thump… thump… beating of the heart.

Remember the hate.

Remember the love.

Remember the pain.

Remember the flame.

I remember it all…

The Anxious Mind 

A breath of fresh air…

stop…breathe.

Take in the moment.

Ignore the eyes.

The stair of the crowd.

Hatred

 For the heartless mother fuckers who stand before you.

Still they stare.

Their eyes forever burning into your soul.

You can feel their anticipation building.

The tension thickens with every breath you take.

Exhaling…

 You close your eyes.

Heart pounding.

Palms sweating.

The moment is yours.

You cough…

They stare.

Eyes still burning.

They wait, anticipating your next move.

The moment is still yours.

Fear…

It is the one you trained for.

The moment you have waited your entire life to embrace.

Your moment.

Your life.

You are:

Scared…

Happy…

Angry…

Sad…

Your hands are trembling, yet your voice is steady…

You breathe…

Take a deep breath.

Embrace your moment.

Your calling.

Your voice.

Hidden for so long…

Suppressed by society.

Bound no longer by its chains.

You are free to speak your mind.

Words flow freely.

They watch in silence…

But you will be silenced no longer.

Free from your cage you are centered on stage, raged…

Still they stair yet you no longer care.

You have found your voice.

Now unstoppable…

Your moment lives forever on.

The fear continues.

Your heart pounding.

Palms still sweating.

Your voice carries on…

Immortalized.

The crowd begins to cheer.

Your hatred has turned to joy.

The moment is yours.

Exhaling you deeply breathe…

For you have found your voice.

The voice of the people.

The many, the few, the one.

A voice to call your own.

-Soren J. Johnsen

Empowerment…

Emotional Overload

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Emotional Overload

Heart held in hand.

A scene from a Hollywood movie.

Words of enchantment race through my mind.

Twisted words of emotion.

The game of torment.

 

Beating of the heart.

It belongs to you now.

Still my own, never for sale.

Stolen by your magick.

Held in your hands.

 

Squeeze gently.

Pulse beating.

Sweat… dripping.

Mind racing.

One heart.