From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: My own blackness
Date: Thu May  5 17:42:52 1994
I am your building block,
I am the one who guides you,
I am the green grass,
in your ever growing forest.

But when the sky falls down,
and you're screaming for me,
I am not to be found,
For you have forgotten me.

At the tower on the hill,
In the house with many walls,
Your screams of breathlessnes,
echo into the village.

I do not weep for you,
nor do i cry for you,
I only wish for me,
to forget this maddening game.

Again, and again,
and just once more,
your scream falls on ears,
across the valleys and streams.

Along forbidden ears,
and among unheard souls,
Racing under the surface,
of the icy stare of death.

Hidden beneath all that seems real,
a slip on the burning tree,
and thrown away from maddness,
Down, down, into the puddle of despair.

The moisture penetrates your lungs,
As the water screams for entry,
and the air battles to escape,
there will soon be a mutual exchange.

And then you are the water,
You are not here, nor there,
You cannot love, see, or hear,
The sun has set,

And you're fucking dead....

-Charon-