The metaphorical edge

Drifting light vacantly casts dream mist
aggravation, earthbound spirit silently caves
in between consciousnesses of dusk
doors locked, eyes shut, arms fold
she knows... can't shut out the world within
seeking traces out of this toil
wishing at least an act to follow
knowledge, concepts.. frail doodles
willful chants spell her backwards
to the beautiful soulless palace
eerie stillness in lifeless poise
her every move watched
every thought scrutinized
by mistress of mortality
who hosts her stay
exotic, hypnotically engaging
walks her maze with eloquence

Fear to love is on her lost hand
impetuous gamble with no courage
mortal lord's bidden for her return
offerings of wedged ego won his keep
her inmost weakness exposed
wounded child framed in glazed hour
pined to gravity.. trade to his power
lulling her service in further ascendant
cultivated to be one of his best kept dolls
with promise to all that is known
embellished beauty and jewels
delusiveness ignorance enslave
antidote for pain and suffer
is adhered to juvenile wounds
her lost child within is lost

She became an operating projector
endless show from behind her eyes
drawn inland to deeper darker corners
past future in slides of capricious chaos
it's the birth as well the death
the mother as well as the child
petrified affair to bare one's soul
scars folded fears in smashing tumble
concrete made believe obstacle courses
we are the fearsome offspring of darkness
or sons and daughters of glorious light
all in switch of one single intent
a quicksilver autonomy
by the metaphorical edge

She knew she's been here before...
skeletons of sacrificed were plugged from her bones
she was, and yet again devoid addict of nonexistence
to emotional tranquilizer for her brief release
of all collective torture, the pill is... fear
she knows it's no permanent escape
the anchor is out of deceptive illusion
to justify the crime against herself
she has to face her own capturer
and the perpetrator to her torments
who' one and all her permissive self
conducting her very own crucifixion
eventually she'll break the invisible prison
without entail a cosmic holocaust
in reflections she must gaze through behind
to ones beside she must look on beyond
every facet of acquaint cast her chosen inner state
exile to love hidden beneath all likeness
in the ultimate becoming of returning truth

Whilst she stay paralyzed by old foreboding fate
swig the liquor in slow soul suicide taint
will the ubiquitous Queen who steers
rise from cremated aspects
out of self constructed paradox
fire her soul aiming an upwards fall
back to the alchemy of unembellished faith
answer eludes in smoky haze of pearl shades
prayers echo in temples, sweet scent of hope
embraced by soul bind lover within her core
captivated time, glimpse of all summed matters
in diligence, undergo between the known and unknown
from darkness to solace, God's vision amids oppositions