Metamorphosis

It all starts when you accept the reality of your death in your dreams

You fade with the smoke that you exhale

And you stand in the den of your own soul

You are blinded consciously

Because subconsciously your third eye peers at all that is unknown

While drifting in this limbo it becomes all to surreal

Then is when you realize

That you are no longer in your physical body

Therefore franticly you start to understand a measure

The weight of how lost you are in this fragile existence

Fear subdues the weak minded

With the illusions of astral demons hunting the heartless

For only with an unwavering heart may you tread in these lands

These nocturnal psychedelic fields

Or you will be forced to deal with the devils that lie within

The likes of which that can leave men chanting

And saints praying for a god that may never come

Thus forsaking a society built upon blasphemy  

Though things become clear once nothing becomes your ambitions

But you walk with the will of the universe as a new found glory

Allowing that past fear to shift into a feeble irrelevance

Now, watch as this fruit opens all your chakras as you have a spiritual metamorphosis

 You will see the heaven that surrounds us all

With a new aura that will protect you from an ongoing hallucination.

~ Paradise Poet ~