"He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley, [...]"
I used to...
be alive and about, dancing around the fibers of your time and space -- a continuum of desire that wrapped its arms around your universe; be the pilgrim that laid its weary head next to your demons; be the fixed star in sight of your false idols' greed; be the chord that made the Earth hum with the stroke of a frozen whisper and a broken smile; gather the will of your lungs' respire and fathom the escape of your prodigal verses only to sink (and drown) beneath rogue waves of affection; bootstrap my heart with songs of forever and remembrance -- a concoction of wood and wire that pursed my lips in the shores of salvation...
I used to be a child of dust - digging my own grave: the shock value of my acts: the cancer of my alchemy until I weathered the storm from my indulgences and unencumbered my Fate -- spoke through glass with my maker: me, myself and I.