Murder Murderer Love Inc.

There is nothing but dark.  Dark existence - blind interference and mindless paths.  Figures within a void.  We crash into each other's lifeless bodies and then ricochet off into the empty space without any word.  Darkness fills every pore of our bodies - blackening our blood and tunring our hearts into iron and burning clockwork.  We can barely breathe let alone live - suffocation and choking lifelessness overwhelming.

There is no chance of escape; no broken cries for release.  We have given up all of those futile attempts at survival.  We have accepted this.

AND THEN! - in a brilliant display of unexplicable purity - small knives of light begin to pierce the dark clouds, and angels sweep away the dust from above.  The brightest colors from every edge of the spectrum come alive around us and burn endless possibility into our eyes.  They dance and sing and a life that one one can truly understand blankets the world and rids our lives of the endless darkness.

Light reflecting; refracting - shining, glittering dreams of crystal beauty.  The warmth returns to our crippled hands and an incomprehensible machine starts slowly groaning into motion.  It's progression; happiness - divinity within the simple moments that were taken for granted.  The moments that lost us to darkness.

Our hands give us touch; gentleness - something long forgotten in our haphazard stumbling.  Our eyes give us sight; hope.  Our tongues taste the world within every color we see - taking in the air with renewed purpose.