Hidden Chambers

Scars are like tattoos
except the pain came from an internal space
deep within your cells
it raises hell when it swells
leaking when it bleeds
screams slither like snakes in a stream
if only it was a dream
rather then misery
hurt felt like a sore throat when you sneeze


The terrors whisper
floating down the canal of your ears
chaining you to your fears
you would have thought 
freight night was a weekend visit to Xibalba
the demons within scatter your memories
a howl from the depths creep
slow dancing to silent echoes


The sweat eclipse your pores
adrenaline running laps around your intestines
heart beats sounds like a screech
nailing caution tape around your brain
reminiscing the source of your pain


It's a dark space in the heart space
filled with rage and anger
ripping and shredding
the gauze gift wrapped your spleen


Pulling the gauze off 
confusion brushed across
the window pane of your face
late night dinner dates
with acceptance and severance


Broken pieces of memories
shattered on the ground
each piece is a lost memory
etched to the center of your being
pleading and begging for release


The pain flows to your feet
it raise hell to insane cells
resting beyond six feet deep
underneath the surface of the carpet
buried around your mind
like a coffin submerged to the ocean floor


the underworld calls you forth
delivering missions to the abyss
the shadow couldn't resist
you forgot to sign the permission slip
instead you parade around ideas
waiting to be dismissed


The temple you hold
has a winter breeze
froze to the cartilage of your bones
the heat blazes from a source unknown
until a key appears
from the tranches of your soul


a place distant in another dimension
a sacred space you forgot was home
that chair at a distance is your throne
that gold elixir turned rust into stone
remember what you came here for
depth is a portal to heaven
the state of being whole
while the brain remembers it has a spine
seeing yourself was never a crime


It was at that moment
you realized sin was an illusion
that heaven and hell is a state of mind
and your soul is within your third eye
remember who you are
in the midst of chaos, illusions, and confusion
instead of believing media puppets and their delusions
your over stimulation will come to its conclusion