I too am the product of infinite love mingled with a fearsome wrath to the darkness the light has made

Let them drip from the keyhole, intoxicating zombie minds mindless skittering like roaches underfoot!

This is the heaviest of my wings. Covered in fickle webs of crosscut tamperings.

Held low, my head aches from the rising smoke of my battle lost.

Vibrations from a long forgotten place slither forth from the caverns of remembrance

Bringing another lesson with each tick of the sundial

Silken skinned, another damned feminine wraith, dressing me in the essence of Ahisma

Like a Great Golden Pacifier, lurching through the crawlspace in my head, slinking and shivering with panicked breathing

Not to overcontemplate the enormity of this struggle- the Queen of Hearts (sophia) orders most strict submission to her whims. Comply without question or lose your mind! Requestion an audience with her majesty, a chance to exhibit A, with a revel, the ideals, Freedom, Love, and (come) Passion are infinite in Capacity!

Swamped in sweat and sugary venom, I fear to blink.

In candlelight, an instant is forever.

Hearbeats pulse through eternity. Surviving the crucifiction, passed beyond dying,

Surgery is counterproductive, Sophia heals with gestures.

Journey to the threadbare of my tapestry.

Alone in my gallery I cry out to the moonlamp, come and hold me, I am afraid to die alone, without your sanctification.