Journey

Follow me on this journey, if you will
Hazy and crisp
I dream, a dream of a dream in a dream
Floating on purple mists and shadows,
I see a spark far down in the abyss
Stretching my hand, the stream rips at my skin
and lunges me away

The spark is only a cold memory
The wind screams as it casts it's cold lashes to meet me
I should land on the grass but I fall through the morning dew
to a copper land, sleeping in a sea of turpentine

Globes rise from the dull island
Houses of the brown metal rusts into red and fall apart
The torches on the black canvas dive into the pungent liquid

The inferno surrounds me
It scrapes the away the world around me, revealing a lucid sky
A breeze cleans the coal off my body
Am I home at last?
The pathway to your consciousness lays ahead
I push through your barred doors

Now I am inside you and feel where you hurt
I will not mend your cracks
But forever will I see through your eyes
What is that ringing in your head?
Admittingly peculiar
In this washed out brain of yours
I am home at last