In the crevices
Delving into tho the crevices of the deep.
Creatures emerge which seem colorfully exotic.
Yet in the deep waters, you believe you are safe.
The predators lurk beyond the bright coral.
Believing their darkness is beyond your receptor.
The pitch in your heart emits and determines your need.
You relate only to this need.
No other can exceed ultimate goal of destruction
Prayers and Lamentations stands
Where shall I go from here? Is my choice
yet I hear the carol of voice
Which cries out for me to gain wisdom
Challenging the darkness of my choices
Dragging me back to the peaceful thinking
Even if it means me kicking and screaming
The prayers of love are a chain
Either to drag me back or I chose to feign.
Thus the dance starts again.