"PRISON"

I offer this work to provide understanding as to who I am. I wrote this piece in 1998

"Prison"

My soul was once that of a warrior.

Immortally wounded,

With a weapon of mass obscenity.

I am fallen through a portal into this time and space,

To find myself amidst this reptilian race.

Trapped in this wretched material place,

By those who deceive with a carnivorous embrace,

Who ravage my flesh,

Inebriate with my blood,

And feed on my soul.

I have lived inter-dimensionally, and have fell,

To find myself imprisoned,

In this place I call Hell.

Defeated.....

So very injured.

Lucifer, my Dark Alien Task Master,

I know ~ in this place ~ you rule.

You pillage my lands, violate my women,

Sacrifice my children, and feast on my essence.

Wounded.....In a cave.

I've washed ashore,

Onto this land.

To find myself desolate in a life with a void,

For those left behind in another time.

In a dimension before my wandering began.

To a love....

From whom I once turned away,

But, whom now..... I would allow,

To totally consume me.

To become one ~ once again ~ with Amour,

And wonder no more.

This place is not my happy home.

© copyright g.corson 1998