EDGE OF THE HORIZON
Casually held back by saner thoughts
Loosely tied down by consequence
Lightly bound by belief
Captured by reason
And a fear of monsters
Yet every now and then
I see a leprechaun
And forget that I am chained up,
As we casually chat, sunset
At ease through the greenery
Walking towards the edge.
Sitting, feet hanging over, looking down
At the beach
Instinct telling me that I could be at peace,
I could breath
Leprechaun telling me I could just be
Free,
And live from whim to whim like the sea.
Blink out of the dream
Into bloodshot eyes
Wildly looking down at an ancient land
Where anarchy rules,
Where were from, and where we all belong
Gloomy skies
Sane thoughts struggling to pull me back,
As I gasp for the edge, releasing a war howl
Consequence in its entirety desperately holding onto my chains
As I foam and rage, clawing
Crawling, spitting, fighting
For freedom like a wild beast
Boldly biting,
Bleeding as the constraints of reason cut into my flesh
Smashed by sane thoughts,
Crushed by consequence,
Brutalised by reason,
Beat down deeper into a bloodied pulp,
By belief, until I finally submit
To my masters, and walk back,
Calmly from the edge
Not as a beast, but
As a man
Those Who Are Haunted By The Night
THIS IS TMS 