The High End Of Low

A beautiful, human creature hungry to begin a new page only for the words to be erased installing in him fits of rage As clueless as he is surprised obvious depression he denies steaming anger fills his eyes for he has learned he's not as wise As he might have once thought subsequently left and right he continuously fought in an effort to make things right But nothing ever works out and the lights don't seem to shine they cover him in darkness for darkness his sorrow defines This isn't familiar to him how did he get here? is there a map nearby? within this strange atmosphere? Nothing ever seems to make sense anymore people play the game but who's keeping score? things will never be as they were once before the results more often than not are hard to ignore Now this creature was undoubtedly lost he was alone without a home he was always on the move to wherever his heart would roam Often his heart would lead him to the darkest places on Earth and upon this encounter soon a rebirth will emerge This rebirth transforms any human that inhales the enchanted smoke into the most powerful creature and untold magic they will evoke So this creature sold his soul to this master of tricks and deceit blindly soaking up the riches along with his death through defeat By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)