Oh yeah, back to me and back to posting thingamajigs. This poem definitely has all kinds of meanings without actually dictating them out. Have fun figuring it out. ^^
4 Kids in Needless Distress, Salvation
The cloudless hue,
was but the enveloping
mist that surrounded us.
Are we the ones judged to be taken?
Bright lights,
hide intentions too sinister,
motions and thoughts that we can't understand-
voices in our minds we cannot decipher.
It's cold,
too cold for the tears
that well into my eyes,
blinded by the fear of that radiant halo.
With the great wheel of fire,
we went as they,
subjects all,
to the implacable wills.
We aren't mere pawns,
tools to your dark transfiguration.
Or puppets to be twisted
to your inquisitive abominations.
Left,
hollow and forgotten-
as madmen with tales of lunacy and perverse fantasy,
But we speak truths you won't here!
Why can't we remember!?
All that remains is a scratching paranoia,
a dark scream echoing in our minds;
nightmares bathed in blinding lights.
Dreams of pale faces in eyeless sockets,
creep inward to silence lost memories,
cryptic tendrils
saw anamnesis never spoken aloud.
