We couldn’t extinguish the fire so we engulfed it with our sins. Incinerating all that was lost, only to inhale the smoke that suffocated us within.The air drew cold but the flames burned our eyes.We could no longer see around us, only the stench of sin laid upon our burning flesh, as our bodies became more alive. Our temple was doomed underneath the ashes that burned out of control, slaughtered and ravaged, a shattering of all forms. For the temple was the only place we amassed, it was the altar to our defiled and befouled bones,our sanctuary, our beauty, our reality we had. We frolicked along the alter, gave homage to our sins, an adulation of sorts an apotheosis we began.Immortals we were as we taunted fleeting eyes.Our mortality ran short, the carnage of flames raptured our bones, scorched flesh consumed by what was left of the Eden we had made, for only to deluge our sins upon the mortal fools as we danced upon their irrelevant graves…
Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs- William Shakespeare
For every moment we breathe it could be our last. We never realize how close death is until it crosses our path. As there is no control in what we plan and what we dream of from the past. An affliction emerges and anger turns into disdain as shadows follow those whom can’t let go of the pain. Its not a fairytale as we all close our eyes only rewinding the past to relive those moments left behind. The shadows leave a mark for it can only follow what we desire and want, for they won’t know the difference of dark and light for they are attached to you until you let go and let them see the light. As easy as it seems as death has a way of peeping in, for we all know the day that the shadow will make its way, reflecting our own light onto a passage that we can see so bright. Don’t be frightened by the shadows that surround us as they guide us unto another life, as they are hidden only to protect the life we have left as we join them in this journey to protect the ones that don’t see the shadows but see their guardians of light.
“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” – Mark Twain