Skin Deep

Fleshy fleshy fleshy

creeping sneaking seeking

like a web growing slowly in the corner of my mind

making a home where it does not belong

high up in the mountain

a voice faintly calls me

an echo that transcends time and space

a spirit that lives and speaks through song

holy holy holy

we are meant to be

the signs we see do not hesitate

Not much more will we have to wait

pretty shiny things catch my eye

but I can not smell the rotten stink underneath

the gravity of the danger is not conscious to me

the lines have blurred between right and wrong

sensuous silky sapphire serpents

melt my skin into a gooey trance

As I follow stumbling blindly, through my eyes the cliff disappears

a deep chasm exists where a bridge once hung

Something was broken a long time ago

Before the land of time came to be

when darkness and light fought one another

and a great wind blew ever so strong

with eyes wide shut and standing still

I push through the suffocating thickness in the air

polluted with a death-like odor of the smog

the clanking of the chains crashing to the ground

ring in my ear like a cry warning for battle

the soothing sound of the calm before the storm

alerting the freedom to roam, the freedom to soar

that will soon overtake me

Do you hear it?