Poem Thirty-Six

Forgetting its name in the dark of night--
Towering;
Universally
Travelling;
Forgot Their name,
And how They played Their game;

Looking for silence inside this broken screen--
Stumbling;
Thinking;
Swearing;
Looking for silence,
But finding only defiance;

Doubting the existence of the thinker--
Running;
Shrieking;
Remembering;
Doubting the existence,
And unable to find emotional assistance;

Loving the nights that crawl by without incident--
Quieting;
Racing;
Quitting;
Loving the nights,
But hating the fights;

Following the path into the highs of my dreams--
Playing;
Quarrelling;
Painting;
Following the path,
And knowing my own wrath;

Returning to the old ways that had sent me to Them in the first place--
Opening;
Paying;
Oppressing;
Returning to the old,
But remembering the cold;

Flowing through the days like they were not tangible enough--
Numbing;
Opinion-less;
Needles;
Flowing through the days,
And knowing how the night pays;

Down-spiralling off the map and into the unseen dims--
Mindless;
Nauseous;
Mourning;
Down-spiralling off the map,
But unable to avoid Their trap;

Rushing through the nights because there's nothing left for me--
Leaning;
Mothering;
Lulling;
Rushing through,
And discovering my soul-drenched dew;

Devouring the poisons as They beg entrance into my body--
Keying;
Leashing;
Killing;
Devouring the poisons,
But knowing that they are my own choices;

Crushing them all inside my own raging vice--
Judging;
Keeping;
Joking;
Crushing them all,
Because I remembered how to stand tall;

Knowing I will never be the same person after escaping--
Imagining;
Journeying;
Innocently;
Knowing I will never again,
Fall under Their reigns of subliminal cocaine;

But I stood outside the fences at that moment--
Hovering;
Inquiring;
Hoping;
But I stand,
Inside Their fading brand;

Wondering what could be on the horizons for me--
Guessing;
Healing;
Grateful;
Wondering what could be,
Waiting for me;

And then the skies tone down from their new blue--
Fading;
Grating;
Flowing;
And then the skies,
Lose their tainting dyes;

Down and down the light switch is lowered--
Enough
Forgetting;
Evading;
Down and down,
And I remember to stand my ground;

Stepping away from the ruins of Their golden facilities--
Deciding;
Eating;
Dying;
Stepping away from,
The things that pulse and drum;

Remembering to breathe, I continue to walk to the fading sun--
Cracking;
Delirious;
Calling;
Remembering to breathe,
In the fact that I am finally free;

And now I contemplate the hours and days--
Breaking;
Crushing;
Bawling;
And now I contemplate,
Why I had never wanted to stay;

What had been so bad about Them?
Allowing;
Birthing;
Alluring;
What was so bad
Being treated like a rat?

And that tiny little question rose in me something that couldn't be repressed--
Zealously;
Angrily;
Zoetically;
And that tiny little question,
Arose in me facts about my oppression;

Images leaked forward from the dark ink of my oozing mind--
Yawning;
Zigzagging;
Yelling;
Images leaked forward,
Remembering me as I was altered;

And now I stand on the street corner of a cold city--
Xanthochromic;
Yearning;
Xenodochial;
And now I stand,
Knowing I'm a fading land;

As the lives and shadows all pass by me now--
Waiting;
Xyloid;
Wasting;
As the lives and shadows all pass,
I know that feeling hollow will never last;

Living in the shadows, I shall never know the sun again--
Venturing;
Wallowing;
Vacantly;
Living in the shadows,
I hide from my past ridden with gallows-

Because when the moon begins to obey the sun, stories are burned--
Uniting;
Victorious;
Unending;
Because when the moon begins to obey,
Stories are lost and will never come out to play.