As the fog of numbness lifts, the demons that haunt me come out to play with the ghosts in my life that I can't help but shed a tear of blood for a seemingly already dead body going through the motions in my nightmares with those ghosts of torment in a pattern swept mascarade ball countering the demon pretenders, feeling his memories as though they were theirs, the strangers in my own mind reliving my human past. Stretching through the film of time, seeing with new light shined through his minds eye and feeling the echos of eternity resonating the always omni present, disguised by our own shifting awareness unable to focus constant in any direction, we fade through so called time. As our energy burst out with faith driven beacons of light originating from something deeper than understanding, buried in the thoughts of God.
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