04-23-2015, 04:10 PM
Heart Mind and Soul
I gaze into my hollowed eyes and look into the soul.
The soul, like the mind, once so rich and bold.
I am witnessing the complete destruction of the heart, mind and soul.
The intricate demolition of the many molecules, which forms a functional being.
The failure of the complex thought process that allows rational thinking and normal day to day activity.
I am, through the eyes of one, seeing the magnificent collapse of the single most important trait that separates a man from an animal.
It is now shrouded in a concave mist of grey fog.
A darkness of demons. A universe of unexplained confusion, where the mind no longer attempts to rationalize.
A place where one can stand afar and witnesses one’s self.
A world of parallel extremes.
A division of one’s mind and body.
A path of complex and mesmerizing unison of unknown reality.
Where one can be and not be, each identical to the other.
An existence of two entities, one wrapped in a vale of authenticity, the other in a black void of insensitive, uncaring and cold consciousness.
A domain where one’s action is justified by one’s aspiration.
It is beautiful in its conception.
A journey not traveled, but for a few.
A sight so elaborate one has to be insane to appreciate the full scope of the devastation of a heart, mind and soul.
I gaze into my hollowed eyes and look into the soul.
The soul, like the mind, once so rich and bold.
I am witnessing the complete destruction of the heart, mind and soul.
The intricate demolition of the many molecules, which forms a functional being.
The failure of the complex thought process that allows rational thinking and normal day to day activity.
I am, through the eyes of one, seeing the magnificent collapse of the single most important trait that separates a man from an animal.
It is now shrouded in a concave mist of grey fog.
A darkness of demons. A universe of unexplained confusion, where the mind no longer attempts to rationalize.
A place where one can stand afar and witnesses one’s self.
A world of parallel extremes.
A division of one’s mind and body.
A path of complex and mesmerizing unison of unknown reality.
Where one can be and not be, each identical to the other.
An existence of two entities, one wrapped in a vale of authenticity, the other in a black void of insensitive, uncaring and cold consciousness.
A domain where one’s action is justified by one’s aspiration.
It is beautiful in its conception.
A journey not traveled, but for a few.
A sight so elaborate one has to be insane to appreciate the full scope of the devastation of a heart, mind and soul.