Poem...Definately VNV-inspired.

[wolven7]

Sense Less, for Your Troubles

An internal, senseless longing,
beholden to none, with what waits
besides. And where are we to stand
if not beside ourselves?
Within each of us,
stands the angel and the demon
to which we gave birth,
and from which we gain our
Knowledge of the ways to
descend to the depths of Heaven.
Are there Truths which lie not
within us, as eternal and forever?
Only those we deem worthy, and let
guide us.
We make delineations to ascertain
the truth of a rainbow,
but we can never allow ourselves to see
that our pots of gold await us at the end
of Arcs of Light, prismatically refracted
through the Tears of Lucifer's Wife
and God.

Where is the Honour in lying
to ourselves about the origins
of our species,
when we know full well
the amoebic division of Self
and Source?
And all our words for trances,
and, by night, we dream
of victims on Victor's lances,
and Lethe's eternal streams.
For we cannot raze, forever,
the Edens that we know, inside,
for we are too far entrenched, in our division
to dream of anything else.
(c)Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.