Underneath the Light

UNDERNEATH THE LIGHT

He walked into the room, his sins hid in his suit. The usher walked up to him offering him a hand shake with a bottle of olive oil in his other hand, then he remembered his dream the previous night. A woman with grotesque marks on her face stood at his front. The marks didn't stop the beauty, colored with a smile through her white teeth. She handed him a brown bowl and without thinking he drank from it. It sat in his stomach and began to glide to the inner workings of his mind. The usher handed him the bottle of oil, he tried taking it, but it slipped and splattered on the ground. He looked at it for a while and saw only his true self, the man in the darkness, the woman in his dreams, not the bible in his hand or the words of the preacher.

 

Prayers, faith, hope
Betrayal, sin, the rope
To mammon I grope
I was born an object with a soul.
She calls me lover
They say friend
He calls me brother
They call me brethren.
If I find the witches' cup,
I just may drink from it
If I see the devils eye
I'll embrace it with glee.
I've always been this way
Watching the edge
Noticing how the colors sway
Hell must be beige
Vomituous green with pain
Something like Hiroshima
Going up in flames.
The lights always competes with the eye
Darkness always soothes the play
Vision on vision layed on piers
Beelzebub with a finger of fire
Everything to ruin he must lay.
The acceptance, the embrace
The shelter, the promise of no wait
Right before me is the holy grail
What more? Yeah, Orion.