I hear a voice within the deep,
from the shadow side.
I hear a choice inviting me.
A blister in my mind.
There comes a vision of my world,
and chaos roams,
as I can see:
how the fabric weaves.
The underworld and land of dreams, embrace eternally.
My soul is caught between
Then the question I can’t face.
The question that I always find.
Feelings only act as gates,
into chasms found inside.
Where the healing heart is born,
fear is just a stepping stone.
I must dance tonight with demons,
will they catch me off my beat?
Madness seems to taste of freedom,
there is a voice within the deep.
“I have always been gifted with a powerful imagination, and a great capacity to dream. After a particularly psychologically hard time in life this imagination began to turn on me and speak to me, especially at night. This poem is one of the products of this time.”