The Box (A Poem)
Do you see the box over there?
With its four walls, plus bottom and top
Do you question why it is there?
I have seen the many forms
I have taste the many textures
Colors galore have met my vision
Beating me down until I am weak
I’ve stood on the edge of Time
Only to loose my mind
And regain it again
Gone far beyond the realm of Mortals
And yet still returned with my soul
I have experienced what makes the strong, weak
And the weak, strong
What does that make me?
Should you be able to answer that
I’d just laugh
A mile in my shoes should not be traveled lightly
Steps upon broken glass
To bring the blood into the light
Can you smell it?
Can you taste it upon your pallet?
Biting into the senses like a jackhammer into the ground
Do you laugh?
Do you laugh dear child?
Do my words confuse you?
Good… then my task is just beginning
Take that and bind it around your waist
For you are in for a bumpy ride
Or are you?
Do you wish to follow?
Living in Heaven
And in Hell
Both caressing the flesh
Heating and arousing
Yessssssssssssss feel it
Or run and run fast
I’m am the Creator
And the Destroyer
All or nothing
Because once you stop from that
You… well I think you know
Or do you?