BREATH

My breath is the silence. The darkness overshadows belief. Impaled to fiction and blinded from truth. As we walk the forest the mist thickens with less hope. The forest green begins to wither and fade as the weeds choke the young. The wings of the weak fall to their death as the brave soar beyond reality. His eyes pierce my soul as I fall again and again. Entangled and cut free as I crawl through the deep forest. Free from the enslavement of corrupt yet chained to the stench of flesh. Crawlinf and crawling. The forest seems to never end. The mist grows thicker as I breathe deep to fulfill my intake. Existence seems like forever and forever never ends. Striving to brave the darkness as the clouds cover the moon.
My silence begins to make sound.

Shane Owens
10/11/99

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