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Date Posted: 15:20:41 06/22/02 Sat
Author: West Mooreland
Author Host/IP: spider-mtc-ti054.proxy.aol.com / 64.12.101.174
Subject: : resurection :




·· Show me what it's for -- make me understand it ··

..Figurative, this perfect place...draped in a permanent shroud, while dim illumination permeated overhead via the steel rimmed cylinders. An abrupt surge of satisfaction and ecstacy contracted throughout the affable being; causing an unexpected simper to twitch the very tips of his fine-lined labrum...a break from the shield of apathy he wore like insignia. Startled even by this show of 'emotion', the mascule tucked himself away from view -- immediatly purging hismelf of the light, and becoming engulfed harmonically with the charcoal tenebrous. Dipping towards the stage, he had a purpose tonight...to make the proclimation of his own resurection -- and be recognized amongst the pulsating community. To be their subtle authority, and go unnoticed as always...and most of all -- to crown his arrival with a preluding performance...one of a lifetime since his last life here in this fringe-like city..

I will dedicate
And sacrifice my every -
thing for just a seconds worth of how my story's ending..
And i wish I could know
If the directions that I take, and all the choices that I make
wont end up all for nothing..

..The first verse relinquished, making way to a full forced chorus...the main attraction and harmonic feit to the spectacular performance; smooth and rhythemic like the swirling lighting, filtering around and submering the entire band in its pale blue rays..

Show me what it's for, make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answers
Is there something more?
Than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer..

..He recoiled from a rapid headbang, lost now in the symbolic memory of first writing his inspiring piece...something of his true nature and feelings. What was the answer? He was so close to unveiling the truth...troubled existances and incidents...he'd seen too much of not enough..

Help me carry on -- assure me it's ok to --
Use my heart and not my eyes
To navigate the darkness
Will the ending be, ever coming suddenly?
Will I ever get to see, the ending to my story?

Show me what it's for, make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answers
Is there something more?
Than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer..

..Now the climax of the tune...the real accent of his inquisitive mind...and the last rhythem change in the ballod..

How much further do I have to go?
And how much longer till I finally know?
'Cause I'm looking and I just can't see
What's infront of me...infront of me

Show me what it's for, make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answers
Is there something more?
Than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer..

..The masculine now relinquished the melody, still combed in the static of the amps, and sonic sound of the metallic guitar -- produced by the talented bandmates whom he'd shared past and future with. Exhaling in deep, sharp whisps of breath, the whimsical lord departed the elevated platform, cavorting back into the umbrage, safe from the tangle of the midnight throng. Torso was bare, lithe with sinew and a fresh coating of subtle persperation; via the incandescence which shone brightly overhead. Digits still casped firmly to the circumference of the mic, never letting go, for fear it would all slip away..



·· I've been crawling in the dark -- looking for the answer ··


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