ShadowsCool
01-12-2014, 10:51 PM
We visited the black gate and saw the sheer torment hidden from the mind;
the sunny days we had left behind.
For before us were strange sounds, and screaming from chambers unknown; with iron bars covered with shadows, and streaks of light across the depth.
It was dark molten, and the smells were strange - unlivable;
yet something by its sound had proven to be alive.
For how many were in there? one can only guess, perhaps multitudes, but we could not see.
We were dressed in white coats and we were of the other side,
believing what we could not see, touching what we could not feel.
For this was another world, an unworldly terror we had not come to know.
For had we, we could not feel the sun without seeing the terror beyond,
the opposite of the light, the torch extinguished in the deep agonizing dungeon's of existence.
And we knew of no god, not before these gallows, these were tucked away too deep,
too far away from any light source.
For was God not light, we were told? but this place was just too far out of the ordinary,
and nothing could be normal here.
We had become victim to a terror we couldn't flee.
Our faces had a ghostly appearance and we all were chilled in starkness,
that no flame of sun could thaw away.
We were deep in shadows and gazed into senseless color.
For all was the same and figures shrieked from emptiness that were devoid of good, filled with bane.
This was the darkest source came upon - the eternal chambers,
where the utmost torment and horror were on faces void of emotion.
Their voices pained and graveled, then one became clear, it pleaded "I thirst! oh please let me have some drink"... and the harrowed response..."no...and evermore you shall ask...but no shall be my task and my pleasure to answer." And Then after this exchange, we realized we had glimpsed behind the black gate, and all its eternity had no time.
And no place for any human form that once glimpsed the sky and had dreams,
perhaps love's and had scenes of happiness feeling the sun that danced through the sky, marking rhythmic time;
even moments of mad purpose.
But not anymore, not here, no, nowhere near.
For here there is a rush to get out, but nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and definitely nowhere you want to be.
So as we became escorted out, we felt the rush, we felt the light, we felt the glimpse of what awaited on the other side.
The night's when we're alone and we are locked in our dreams and there is only us and no guides to take us there,
and we fall into its trap, that desolate place, closer to the black gates, never quite there, only glimpsing what's behind its shrubby façade,
or its sinister staircase that seems to wind forever; because it does and it must remain locked out of sight and out of Mind;
because no dream could take it, nor could one come back alive.
For if one did, they'd reside within the terror of its walls, which seem not to care about its calls, its shrieks,
the torment it gives.
the sunny days we had left behind.
For before us were strange sounds, and screaming from chambers unknown; with iron bars covered with shadows, and streaks of light across the depth.
It was dark molten, and the smells were strange - unlivable;
yet something by its sound had proven to be alive.
For how many were in there? one can only guess, perhaps multitudes, but we could not see.
We were dressed in white coats and we were of the other side,
believing what we could not see, touching what we could not feel.
For this was another world, an unworldly terror we had not come to know.
For had we, we could not feel the sun without seeing the terror beyond,
the opposite of the light, the torch extinguished in the deep agonizing dungeon's of existence.
And we knew of no god, not before these gallows, these were tucked away too deep,
too far away from any light source.
For was God not light, we were told? but this place was just too far out of the ordinary,
and nothing could be normal here.
We had become victim to a terror we couldn't flee.
Our faces had a ghostly appearance and we all were chilled in starkness,
that no flame of sun could thaw away.
We were deep in shadows and gazed into senseless color.
For all was the same and figures shrieked from emptiness that were devoid of good, filled with bane.
This was the darkest source came upon - the eternal chambers,
where the utmost torment and horror were on faces void of emotion.
Their voices pained and graveled, then one became clear, it pleaded "I thirst! oh please let me have some drink"... and the harrowed response..."no...and evermore you shall ask...but no shall be my task and my pleasure to answer." And Then after this exchange, we realized we had glimpsed behind the black gate, and all its eternity had no time.
And no place for any human form that once glimpsed the sky and had dreams,
perhaps love's and had scenes of happiness feeling the sun that danced through the sky, marking rhythmic time;
even moments of mad purpose.
But not anymore, not here, no, nowhere near.
For here there is a rush to get out, but nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and definitely nowhere you want to be.
So as we became escorted out, we felt the rush, we felt the light, we felt the glimpse of what awaited on the other side.
The night's when we're alone and we are locked in our dreams and there is only us and no guides to take us there,
and we fall into its trap, that desolate place, closer to the black gates, never quite there, only glimpsing what's behind its shrubby façade,
or its sinister staircase that seems to wind forever; because it does and it must remain locked out of sight and out of Mind;
because no dream could take it, nor could one come back alive.
For if one did, they'd reside within the terror of its walls, which seem not to care about its calls, its shrieks,
the torment it gives.