The Darkness

[George.Wright]

Alone and very dark
and the deep memories of the stars are distant, the views are completly stark
and there were beautiful mutations in that genetic park
and the demons that rode the wind were gothic winged and blackly sublime
could you distinguish the bell from the chime?
and they vampired your bloody subconcious for any sparkling diamonds in your rancid mind
cold and stone like were the statues of divine grace
that shimmered and brighten the look of despair in your face
was that a spider's web or very fine lace?
no light, not even a glimmer can show you how to cope
any more darkness and the soul will totally lose hope
am i standing on the level or a very inclined slope?
and when you stumble and fumble, afraid of falling down the stairs
the suggestion of death with it's nothingness airs
you feel very scared and out of controll
the automatic pilot then comes and takes over your soul
who then is in charge of this body? who has the dominant role?
a body guided by two and one is absent
you have got to give in, you have got to relent
and then a simple muttered prayer
you are safe again for a while, you just had to repent
Darkness is vanquished, it's sentence is spent
and the footsteps go again into the darkened tent
and the eyes peer once again into the ark of the covenant
Georges

[Makera]

Ooh, truly inspired George! Exceptional!
'Better to light one candle, than to curse the darkness'....I think you do that... and very well, George.

Love,
Makera

[Ben Kelly]

George

You have all the vision of a candela to the luminousity power of a supernova.

Good

Ben

[George.Wright]

Thanks, ben and makera
i am going through a glum period now
Georges