Sunday, May 22, 2011

The night has come. And I am being drawn into the world of dark.
But soon, something physical will draw me away, from the ethereal, the surreal.
And I will be thrust back into the world of reality.
Never escaping for more than a moment, before being grasped again by the cruelty of the world.
I am never a master of my own life. Merely bits of flotsam floating in the sea...
Why can I never be part of my own world, my own kind?
Spread my dragon wings and fly. To the furthest moon, to the coldest star.
Harpooned back to the ground by the hands of man.
My mystical being, touched by filthy limbs.
I am defiled, I am undone...

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