Warning Signs

I dug that grave. I wept. I lost a part of my past. 

As a reflection of life or a warning about what might come to pass?

I see many meanings to this one image. 

The rest is a mystery.

The situation is escalating, in two directions. I am traveling on two roads at once. How can that even be possible? Or maybe I'm not on two roads at once, maybe they just happened to cross right now. The question is how will I be able to find my way off the path I've been on and on to the one of my desires?


Recently I've started to see the severity of the situation. I hadn't noticed that it was that bad until I was told. I got my warning and understood what must be done to avoid disaster, but the question is how will I do it? I know what to do and the answer is not far from here. Still, I find it hard to get to it. It's strange how these things work. 

I suppose I have a hard time asking for the help I need. 

Even though I know I can't do it myself I tend to keep others away from the problem. I wonder if there are any others who notice this but You.

The Truth

I'd put you down where you belong

But I'm never talking to you again

I'd show you everywhere you're wrong

But I'm never talking to you again

The Flame

This anger, this rage. It never dies. It's with me now. The more I go on the more tired I get. 


Many of us have fallen, at least we haven't seen them in a while. They left some mirror images behind. I suppose that's what people still see. I don't know if they noticed it or not, I however did.


The walls are cracking, it's getting more dangerous. The stability that was is now lost.

Unstable and fueled with rage. What will ever become of this?

The Two Faces of Fire

 Even though we have burned down like the house.  We have experienced so much pain from the fire within us. 

There is two sides to the fire that fuels us. It can be a fire of destruction, or it can be a fire of hope. There is hope, as long as we're alive there's always hope. 

I know this to be the truth.

The controlled fire can illuminate many things, but combined with the broken glass and the gas leak it could prove deadly.

It needs not be like this

It all starts with a crack

The rattled cage is breaking. It is being unleashed. It's not safe anymore. Not for anyone. Least of all you. There are only shards left.

When everything bursts, all will be lost. It's not very much left.

Our spirits will die.

The Darkness

The mist is clearing and I can't find you. You have moved, and so has he. I look down, relieved to learn that he didn't jump after all. Still, I worry because I don't know his whereabouts. He seems to have gone off with you. 

The nightmare never ends. The horror only changes forms. We need to get out of here, for we are not safe. Very I often find those looks. I see how they despise us. How they don't want us here.

The hate is growing in this place. Not only towards us but also the others.

Within him there's pain and anger. There's a rage which is most unpleasant. A rage of the broken. A raging bloodlust. An unquenchable thirst.

We have found that it might be the only way, that hard path. There are some of us who want to go. Some of us who say they need it. Most of us are very unhappy with the thought of going that way, yet our logic tells us that we should go.

It felt so good, so good indeed. Such tranquility. To let that one out. Let that one show us who we are.

The Mist and the Moon

I know there's a full moon, but because of the mist I can barely see anything. I just know there's a full moon because of this tingling sensation. Did he jump or did you push him or is he still standing there. The mist is in the way, I can't really tell. Is he still standing there or not?

The rattling cage, the cold burning blades, the sane insane mind.

He's confused, so he is. Losing whatever sanity he has left. I can hear his thoughts. They're destructive. The monster is a danger to him and everyone else around him. We are all in danger. It would hurt both you, me, him and all of us others.

The image of the broken glass. The veil between worlds is shattered. All because of a little white piece of hell, disguised as medicine. He thinks it will cure him, but it is simply only a key. A key to that which must be locked down. A key to our demise. We would all surely die. Including you and me. I hope you understand what your driving him to. Is it not enough that it is ruined. Does the terror never end? What do you hope to accomplish. You plague him with things he cannot take anymore. He was already on his knees when you started kicking him.

The battle continues. I can still not see anything. I can barely just see shapes. Those shapes of evil, trying to penetrate his mind from afar. There's this invisible barrier. I walk and walk but I don't seem to come any closer.

Sometimes I wonder if he's even aware of the attack he is under.