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I cannot think of a more demonic lie

To slip and drip from the end

Of any forked tongue

That creativity and inspiration of the muse

That connection to that source

Cannot be obtained

Except through

Suffering or substance

Though it might have flowed freely

Captivatingly inspirational and deep

Does it even count?

Transient thoughts

Only to be wasted on the long drive

To float on into the bruised sunset sky

Existence only depends on the observer

Doesn't matter if I'm the only one who knows of it

And I

Like this vaporous vocabulary

These fleeting phrases

Will one day dissipate

Fade away into obscurity

And like them

I fear My true value

May never be known or understood

Oh

The wasted time

The wasted potential

......These wasted words

Shmitty: "STOP! GIANT ROBOTS SHOULDN'T FIGHT!"

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I find myself once again at the entrance of the crystal caverns

Sharp spires that jutt from the wall

Threatening to puncture my flesh

We both know without proper training and understanding

That would have been a welcome abuse

One step forward

It gets more narrow

One step forward

Still more

Until I'm almost face to face with the oppressive darkness

Others would ask

Where does it lead ?

How deep does it go ?

The are truths that I hold

I know it well

Too well

I stop

Turn to see the beautiful moonlight shining through the entrance

It would be so much easier if I turned and walked away

Pick up my trama a broken peaces and run from this place

My heart rate quickens , my eyes widen, my hands shake

My mother's words echo in my head

" You can't save anyone "

But I realize it's not mom

It's somewhere between the voice of my own doubt and that demon Crystalline

I turn back to the darkness

With a deep breath my heart beat steadies

My eye narrow as I focus my gaze

And I clinch my first halting the shake

And speak

"Damn you crystal

I enter your twisting halls not for myself but for another

And you know what ?

Maybe your right

Maybe I can't

But I can die trying "

As I run head first within the void

Only one who has survived it could understand

Moments in time

When being wide awake

Is like

Being asleep