A Hundred Thousand Leviathans have nested within my Head...

 

Whoa
With our backs to the wall, the darkness will fall
We never quite thought we could lose it all
Ready, aim, fire, ready, aim, fire
An empire's fallen in just one day
You close your eyes and the glory fades
Ready, aim, fire, ready, aim, fire away (fire!)
Ready, aim, fire, ready, aim, fire away

Off in the distance, there is resistance
Bubbling up and festering
Hey Mr Motion, make me a potion
Shake it all up with your mystery

How come I've never seen your face 'round here?
I know every single face 'round here
A man on a mission, changing the vision
I was never welcome here

We don't have a choice to stay
We'd rather die than do it your way

With our backs to the wall, the darkness will fall
We never quite thought we could lose it all
Ready, aim, fire, ready, aim, fire
An empire's fallen in just one day
You close your eyes and the glory fades
Ready, aim, fire, ready, aim, fire away (fire!)
Ready, aim, fire, ready, aim, fire away

Back in the casing, shaking and pacing
This is the tunnel's light
Blood in the writing, stuck in the fighting
Look through the rifle's sight
How come I've never seen your face 'round here?
I know every single face 'round here
Here in the heckle, holding the shackle
I was never welcome here...

 

[Imagine Dragons - Ready, Aim, Fire!

This song grows on you...listen to it a couple of times...]

 

 

'Have you ever looked at the blue sky through the branches of a tree before?'

 

A young one once said to an old one...

 

'No, I have not.' the old one replied.

 

'Heaven...I see Heaven through that.' the boy said.

 

'...and where is Hell?'

 

Deep under the earth,

we crawl beneath our skin...

crumbling with the grit,

as we rub our palms bare...

we float within our hearts,

and above the spinning earth...

because we have cut all bonds,

a million years before...

there is no settling for us,

no changing...

no arms encircled about us,

for the spite that drills holes in my head...

and the voices that talk in the dead hour,

they whisper to me...

from beneath the creaking floorboards,

and through the flimsy cracks in the walls and doors...

and I chose to listen to them,

that night long ago...

when the swirls of amber lit up my blood,

and the smell of apples singed the air...

and smoke burnt out from the molten core of me,

to suffocate my lungs...

as I chose to listen,

and felt the darkness grip me in claws and pull me down and back...

and now there is no way,

no way out from the labyrinth...

broken glass, endless doors, locked from within,

Eventually you create so many distractions...

and so many decoys,

that the key falls away...

and you realize you no longer recall the way out of the tunnels,

because they creep and shift inside of you...

drawing monsters and leviathans,

because the passage has been opened...

and it cannot be closed,

instead it grows...
and expands,

and strengthens...

 

 

 

Each night,

each hour...

each day,

You stop wanting everything...

and each evening you face the same choice,

your feet at the edge of a river...

and the bonds about your hands and the weight,

and you comfort yourself with an idea...

but never act,

even though the sea it pulls...

can we join to the ocean again?

Hear it's breath within our chests...

let ourselves be ripped apart and shaken by its fury,

as what we are is erased...

an all desires and heartache fades,

yet...

even there,

the darkness would wait...

calling and bailing,

to have you upon its' own playing field...

for what escape is there for the dead imprisoned?

So instead you stand upon the edge...

and stare into the abyss second after second,

as all of time cascades faster and faster down into it...

for its' hunger is growing,

and its' desire and screaming...

to have us all,

to devour our bones...

and leave the earth covered in ash.

 

 

 

 Ashes to ashes...

dust to dust,

and one night in the street-stench of just-rain...

we saw it,

there in the murk...

a green phoenix,

painted onto the road...

each day now we see it,

and it moves and extends and reaches forth...

and we wish we could move as fast as it darts and streaks,

and so it rises...

from the pale ashes,

to cut a pattern into the night sky...

to gorge a hole in the darkness,

and be released...

from its' cage of stars.

 

 

 

 

 

   Hi there lovelies...

 

Hope you are all faring well this spooky month. Of plans...at least once this month I will put on my creepy-as mask and outfit and wander the streets like a dead person. Just try and stop me....unknown people hehe. This is the only thing worth doing, it seems.

 

    I dare you to try and take each moment to the extreme...what other ways are we to have fun? And there's so many incredible ways to wear a mask. ;]

 

 

   Much Love,

 

Miss CLScarlett xx