Curiousity compells her to
open the mysterious and
shunned box. Full of surprizes
and feelings only felt by inhaling.
As she allows the smoke of
lifeless souls enter into her body
she holds it there and
breathes out some of herself.
Their confusion enters her
mind and their thought drifts
because she has no memory
to hold onto. She feels lost in
time because her soul has
dissapeared for awhile. And during
her time of misplacement the
lost and suffering souls
dwell through her body
and mind and eat away
her understanding, each
and everyone of them
greedy for reason and reality
all of which belong to her,
somewhere hidden inside her
is a soul they have long since
forgotten the feeling of.
They are greatful for
existance and find all
matter worthwhile. The girl knows
nothing but pleasure, a fake
kind brought on by their ease.
These souls are pleasant
and fresh, while others are
restless and destructive.
Those of great sin are
selfish and take over a personšs
judgement- the good willed
are never pure but only
mind and calm, their tendancy
to love has not faded away.
Now this girl holds
responsibility for the souls
that remain with her, until she
falls asleep, and never wakes again.
She will mingle with them
in a smoky mess of
unfulfilled souls. They are too
weak to fly to Heaven, too
withdrawn to live again.
They only reach the surface
after an eternity of slavery.
To their own doubts of recovery
From her grave they rise
and work as one
to inhabit the soil. They
have been taught by eachother
to form their fatešs taker.
Their ashes form a seed,
that spreads into the air,
reaching for the sky, with
four fingers and a thumb.
Their hand is waving
crying out for help, recieve me
and allow me to live again.
The girl cries as they had,
desparate for escape
from this hell. Soon they
become a symbol of freedom,
because this is what they recieve,
but they punish and enslave
its saviors. Their prison
is undetected, by perfectionšs eyes.
Spectators gather around
the slave of guilty conscience,
and reach out thei rvery own
hand, to be brought down
by the devil and remain a slave to their pain.
They feel themselves being
grinded and then burned in
flames, and sucked into
a whirpool of colour and life.
The souls are overjoyed by
the coming of a new one,
and enter inside with pleasure.
A new soul brings energy
and power to dwindle
on for awhile until a new source
comes along and rescues.
Their remaining feels an energy
they only remember from
virginity. They fight their way to see
from the eyes of their lifešs holder.
Now they have found a
place to wonder until
their own is touched
by death. They search and
hunt for knowledge. Their self
has been buried endlessly deep
and undoubtably long.
The power and source
is filled with the smoke of
their emotion and passion
and all it feels is pleasure,
what is remaining of
their display. They have
filtered any feeling or reality
through themselves as to
share a feeling they long
and trust. They are all
with different reactions,
and it is up to him on who he
chooses to believe and their
substance will fill his entire
body until a new feeling
is considered by him.
The girl is now thirsty
for soul, for life, reality,
and understanding. And he feels
her pain and continues with despair,
an unknown and sudden depression
settles in, and no other
lost soul covers her and
changes emotions, they all
become agreeable, and
decide the thought pattern
of an unformed child, who only
wanted excitement that took
no effort, because it is produced
by eager and hungry souls,
hungry for a survivor.