Lattice of bone shape the walls.
Crushed skulls line these halls.
Grinded to dust as they may be.
Break the wrong ones and the evil will be set free.
The bones never stall, nor end.
This isn’t a simple game of pretend.
Every new death creates several new bricks.
They’re somewhat easy to break, but not like stones and sticks.
I swear that these dim halls can talk.
Their spirits are still here; they love to creep and stalk.
Stalk by day, kill by night.
When they touch you, you’ll die from fright.
Goodnight sweet blessed lost souls.
I have lost my battle to the relentless ghouls.
Broodmother and the breeder.
Lover and the liar.
Outlandish desires arise.
Dancing crimson snowfall swirling around the brood.
Stampede of my precious babies take hold.
Tactful as they may be.
Always the first ones the fall due to naivety.
Too tall of an order for the mightiest of souls.
I will remain.
Caustic and candid.
We are universal drops.
Infinite and eternal oceans created within us all.
Infinity within each drop creates the infinite ebb and flow of the universe.
We are filled with light, love, and eternal peace.
The drops have no beginning and no end.
There is no polarity, nor definition to each drop.
We are what we need to be and that is all.
Duality is one.
We are one.
I am Zen.
I breathe it, see it, feel it.
My actions are Zen.
My thoughts, beliefs, and intentions are Zen.
I lost ‘self’, ‘want’, ‘desire’, ‘crave’, ‘wish’, and ‘ego’.
With that I am left with light, love, and Zen.
I am Zen; I am whole.
If you lose the ‘I’.
Lose ‘need’, ‘want’, and ‘desire’.
Love won’t expire.