AutumnMystique

Trying to be heard with no vocal cords               No one can hear my cries Been searching for another               but they took out both my eyes Ostracized; abandoned           no one to take me in Nothing has a face to me         I'll know you by your sin                . . . . . Demonic whispers throughout the night . . . . . . Come in . . . Come in . . . . . . I'll know you by your sin . . . . . Wandering through the forest          The demons marching on My soul begins to tremble          I feel their presence upon Can't count the days I've been here         Feels an eternity I await the day of awakening    

It's Night time . . . . . . and Madame LaVey waits in the damp and darkened corner of the towns secluded park. Ever so often does she visit this place of mystery and solitude to remember the path she once walked, in hopes of rekindling a feeling once familiar. The fresh air and hints of other foliage produced perfumes captures her keen olfactory senses. One by one they gather, the freaks, geeks and other creatures of the night. This is their home, their haven. This is where they come to connect with others of their kind, to link brain waves and feast upon new & old collaborations alike. Beneath the bright full moonlight the starry eyed

The whole world is at your fingertips waiting for you to reach out and grab it, but most of us can't see it; and those that do only catch glimpses of it, quick to forget the knowledge and wisdom they just recently gained. Most of us don't practice holding on to it much or long enough due to outside worldly distractions; we can safely call this the devil, Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, etc. It's all the same. To keep you distracted is to keep you under control. If the masses were all receptive to the clues and were ready and able to reach their destiny, then what? What significance would that play for those in the future; those after us? The