I stand outside the cube
I see myself kneeling within
The face of pain
Hands pressed to the glass
Arms reaching through the sides
Fingers penetrating through my skull
Pleading to be freed
I step back
pulling away from it
Wanting to run from me
I step into a dim lit hall
A hall of glass
Faces staring, wanting ...
All trying to reach passed
The barriers of their imprisonment
Turning to flea from this tormented soul
I find myself standing on the edge of space
Blackness, the unknown
Standing within the cylinder of glass
One opening
One escape
Turning back I see red
Running with life
Flowing veins
The cube filling ... drowning
The poor creature from within
Looking out ... one last hope
With closed eyes, unfolded wings
I leap into the unknown
Into the Black Abyss

02/18/2002