Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Who could have known this? If your eyes were windows, no one would ever see the soul’s version of these events. It would frighten even the staunchest person looking to be placed in fear, for the sake of a thrill.
You glared at your torturers. Thus fear crept into their minds – fear of being watched by those who commanded their demons from Hell itself. A source of fear this close was something they never encountered before.
You had a demonic temperament, and an ability to speak without a tongue. And now your eyes were deceiving them with a childish look of pleading to be set free. Yes, those eyes within your head were the next to be taken away.
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Let us see that face. It was the face of one who was no longer able to see, for lack of eyes that could open. No, not sown shut, but surely never to open again. Being unable to recognize this face is a fine way to look for signs of life, because there is still life in the body.
You sang at night, but in a silent voice. You rang a bell, you danced and played. In darkness you patrolled the gates of hell.
In moments you descend into that hell, always to be rescued by Adam’s songs. Even now you listen as he comes. He reaches out to lift you up and out of fear, for fear is nothing he abides.
It is a time of peace, a time when all are asleep save you and Adam. Yes, save you and Adam. Please God, save you and Adam.
to be honest,this is one of the few times i feared words.
horrible.where else could such strenght be found.
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to clarify..when i wake up i look forward to these words..
but this morning i wasnt sure i wanted to read them.
i feared.but im glad i did.as always.
thankyou for writing them.
comments from twitter/soulinflight:
varekay:
i felt the agony of my legs broken to bits.my eyes are still puffed from the tears.am i doing something wrong?what to do of this torture?
soulinflight:
Release the pain, this child’s soul sings through all of us. It’s the cry of the Mother for her children.