Atalist's Dungeon

the song cuts through me like a knife, down to my very core. I sway to the melody, letting it carry me through every rise and fall. It melds into me and becomes apart of who I am. Every beat and whisper confounds the fundamentals of who I am. with every new song a stir and a change.

I am full of urge and desire, My empty bed, my weary heart aches. Love is not within my reach at the moment... but soon. It's the trees that reach for the sky and cannot reach the clouds. The sun is a comfort and the moon is a threat. the proclivities of the day pose threat to wanton desires. to challenge ones self with the unknown and the possibility can cause pain and doubt and yet, "What if" is the question that most of us are compelled to try to answer. In it's simplest form, "what if" can crumble foundations and grow the eye of the storm.

I have a need, I am craving drastic intervention My everyday life is now one of seclusion and that merely will not do. I want to branch out and explore, to delve deep into the mysteries of my surroundings and take hold. My joy would be to push limits and expel the very boredom that confounds me now. It isn't enough to just say these things, I will do them. Nothing in the verse can stop me!