... I have known suffering.
Literally, I have dragged myself naked crawled and scratched on hand and knee bodily up into the depths of hell.
I drove me mad. Schizophrenic. My mind became a pit of demons. Now, mentally, I had once again to crawl up out of the depths of hell.
I have know suffering.
I had to struggle mightily to keep body and sould together, drawing upon resources I never suspected having. I discovered I had values. Imagine, me, someone who often had a hard time distinguishing himself from furniture, discovering he had values, consciousness, awareness. Imagine...
Objective co-relatives.
The angelic pair has re-appeared. As has the goat-girl. The stars have formed once again into recognizable constellations.
Sometimes I think I have lost something. The words... the words no longer sparkle as they used to, or so it seems sometimes... but then, I think, perhaps I am merely rusty out of disuse -- yes, that's it, a little spit, a little polish, and lots of practice and the words will shine once again....
I do not resist my weaker side.
Temptation pulls me, tempting, taunting in the moon's bright tide
Willing wanting no where to hide
Tempting, taunting, pulling you closer to my side
Darkness flows a bastard's son
Will o' weep -- the darkness gun
Can't resist my weaker streak