Sunday, May 28, 2006

The Short Journey to You

Today I stuck daggers into my eyes
past the membranes and into my mind.
Past the grey matter and into my soul
into the darkness where no light shows.
Like a rocket out of the atmosphere,
past known space, to the places we fear.
Cut straight into hell, to it's icy core.
Through the hand of God and heaven it tore.
Till it came to a stop. On a single hairs tip.