MyGen
Profile GeneratorFirst came a number with a deluded dream. Emerald tints for a nocturnal vision. Demons dusted down and prepared for an exhibition of the soul. Nine months of darkness dancing with shades, haunted by memory and defining the stranger in the looking glass.The burden of truth pushed its cold reality in to the crowd. Without a sound, making its presence felt with verbal construction. The purge was needed, an all too familiar painful urge, the future was no more. Carpe Diem cast in to a storm of lost emotions, trying to recall a feeling other than rage. It took time, nearly too long, tasting that final breath as the heart stopped, a final thought: 'Not now!' A fist struck the chest and put the beat of life back in to the tightening carnal structure. Live another day, live long and learn to love.The number changed, the dreams became concealed, the cards laid down and the game reinvented. Where to from here? Each breath a reminder of life, another cigarette, the blindfold lifted, it was time to look deeper. Build a new bubble, make it opaque this time. A small selection of voices to crutch a broken child. The drugs were still at work creating strange illusions, making every day an oddity, secret meanings in innocent words and misinterpretation of gestures. Out of hell and in to purgatory, trying to cleanse the mind and start over and from the beginning you were there. I could see you, read you, feel you but I still wasn't ready.
More memories in sonic vision. A reminder of where I once thought I was going. A little demonstration of possibilities. My blood had hidden this until it was time to try again. The old fantasies came back to mind. A wish to redefine, find purpose, simply remember who I once was. I wanted to destroy it, make it disappear but voices of reason told me otherwise. The observor saw what reflection would not reveal, they taught me different ways and poured in to me a much needed affection. I could of cried as the anger lifted. Three decades of fury disapated by strangers in space. They meant well and did well, taking all I'd ever known, leaving a clean slate and telling me that it's all going to be so very different.So the stare has turned to tomorrow as my love expands this newborn creation. A jewel of personality has brought a smile and put me in control of ghosts that once tainted my every thought.I'm warming upReinventing the hymsEmbrace as you willThis darkOfayDin
