The Trip Taken

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Just a little something.

Submitted: November 14, 2009

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Submitted: November 14, 2009

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Who are you little funny men?
You come into my mind and run amuck, taking over all of my senses and control.
Yes you, I speak to you!
I float in the air in the universe that they cannot comprehend.
Here the light is dark, the music is your own minds ancient language.
Love dances around, lying a gently hand on our heads, filling us completely then to pass on to another land.
Looking around you, a hundred lands, places far off in the distance yet only a step away.
One blink later you are in a room with no windows.
Lamps covered in dark materials hanging to the floor like cool moss.
Laughing, laughing, no faces.
Out of the wall emerges a tall woman with long flowing black hair and porcelain skin.
Reaching out to you, you star into her eyes. They are the gates of hell looking down.
Her robes are alive, floating around her as if she had no body, you see she has no feet. Horrible terrifying laughter
One blink later you are nowhere, everywhere, groping for something anything nothing then you are there.
Where?


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