I had fallen asleep for what felt an eternity.
Sight sealed shut most of my life.
This nightmare was survived by tales of mischief, virulence in pain and discontentment through plight.
Whence I came is but a name desired only by misery.
The bittersweet enemy sewn into a wild skin darkened entity, traversing traumas as if footwells to greet all former anomalous reunions, inherently.
And I had surrendered this body mistaken to mutiny, lost costly foresight of a dream not yet realised.
First needed was death of the mind outshined certainly, and growth of newer more truer escapes, away from all truculent perversaties of late.
And so the crows did show to pluck out thine eyes.
Glistening claws, burnt, scrape and raped this deadened hollow landscape until sockets billowed blood, to flood and stain all maimed portraits of an unrelenting subsistence.
Now laying lame, mans declevity from sane, to insanity to blame, with intrepid defilements irksome to contain yet somehow now silenced.
I have begun writing my own birth using the ink of resolution, and nailed it to my heart free from dread, or dissolutions lurk.
This subtle cohesion of experience and reaction embedded upon this face, which would become it's demonstration through extraction, always taking.
Once buried down beneath the deepest of sadness, now allowed to rise, as the sun, and with an equalled resplendance.
R