My being

I sit here now with my weapon in hand…
Slightly trembling as my emotions rush forth…
The distant sound of my heart beat echoes in my mind…
My eyes are closed and yet I see…
My trapped feelings are escaping me…
Fleeing desperately, frantically off my pen and into this paper…
I’m a mad man in my current emotional state…
Nothing matters but the sensation of being truly free…
A release of ones soul, giving me infinite knowledge…
Giving me knowledge on the meaning of life and death…
Birth and resurrection…
Damnation and salvation…
Everything is one and in my mind I find truth…
I find the sweet, frivolous truth of freedom…
Freedom to be honest with oneself…
I open my mind…
Allowing these words to sink deep within my very being…
The emotions retch open the rusty doors of my soul…
A soul I long thought lost…
I am another person when I pick up my weapon…
A man with the power of the worlds at his finger tips…
I stand with my weapon in hand…
And sketch these few words…