i'm back there somewhere, with the lights turned out
hiding myself away from the world at large
having crawled back into the hole i came out of, only to find out it was worse out here
than the last time i decided to let my skepticism tell me
"it can't stay ugly forever"
so i stay protected by legions of tattoos and pills
rusty nails that littler the long dark path to the darker cave i rest in
and the darkness itself
no one but the fearless enter
making my company little to none
and no one dares stay for long, past when the entrance starts to darken
and the way out becomes invisible
and full of hazards, bio and otherwise
i've got sharps
tools and mind
to cover what dangers aren't covered by the above mentioned protections
i miss you, whether you can tell or not
i'm not coming out until i'm ready
whether you miss me or not
until the dust kicks up enough
to hide my safe place
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"We have stolen glass vials and powers and acids fro nte Home of the Scholars. now we sit in the tunnel for three hours each night and we study. We melt strange metals, and we mix acids, we cut open bodies of animals which we find in the City Cesspool.....Tomorrow, in the full light of day, we shall take our box, and leave our tunnel open, and walk thorugh the streets to the Home of the Scholars. We shall put before them the greatest gift ever offered to men. We shall tell them the trught. We shall hand to them, as our confession, ehese pages we have written. We shall join our hands to theirs, and we shall work together, with the power of the sky, for the glory of mankind. our blessing upon you, our borthers!