Wilderness -- Prey

Dec 2007

Waiting -- breathing rapidly
watching -- reality fading
it comes -- unwelcome torment
waiting and breathing rapidly, watching while reality fades away
it comes; my unwelcome torment; it comes.
My pulse quickens and my vision narrows, tunnels
God, I need an escape from this darkness
please --
deliver me from these demons
their barbs bite deep and their venom burns my spirit
-- it is here it is now the next one --
the little death, the breakdown.
How long before I shut down completely?
Each one gets so much easier to fall into
and so much harder to come back from.
I am waiting, frightened of the prospect;
waiting for the other shoe to drop
-- and drop it will ...eventually.
Where does this one fall?  Bestial or Diabolical?
Which fiend rises from the bottomless pit?
Dire Rage or the Utter Cold lack of Humanity?
I cannot face either one, so I turn...
God, deliver me from this darkness
before it manifests in me.

 

Unravel the mystery
a small childe in a forest of thorns
hiding -- gasping for breath
hiding, even as the razor sharp thorns tear his flesh
hiding, bleeding, dying to a maddening poison.
Hiding; for he hears their movements
their whispered promises in the shadowy wilderness.
Their words make the briars seem so warm and friendly.
Their passage is marked by the silence of the grave.
Hiding; this errant childe grows cold.
Waiting for a sun that will never rise.
This Wilderness, it is Darkness.
This Prison, it is Hell.
The Sun can never rise here.

 

Open this childe's eyes.
There are no voices in the darkness
there is only me
alone with my thoughts.
There is no child in the thorns
there is only me
once a child, now just lost.
There are no stalking predators
there is only me
lost in a lightless wilderness.
Voices, thorns, and preying fiends
you will find none at all
there is only me.

 

God, deliver me from this Darkness.

 

God, deliver me from myself.