Chapter XV
Cold Tears
To Tamed Heights
So insignifigant. All but tamed deep inside a concrete structure. All of which hides in the darkness waist, in the rotting cespool. Tunnels upon tunnels, under the sewers. A rigid outline, of metal walkways and concrete halls. Perhaps, a manipulator of sadness.
Tamed and kept within these walls. Maybe flying high, in the clouds. But no escape from these concrete walls. But they are indeed high in the sky. They are very high indeed. Manipulative clouds they are. They are the prison of the tamed. A heaven that can only act as a hell.
Deep inside, what a blanket sown with fear. And what a chill to stand in these endless trenches. If one should bear assimulation, it would turn cold blooded. What cold essence bears deep inside the heart, if one should walkdown these darkened halls. You will not hear it ask: "Where...is the light? I wonder if it's weeping softly."
And if you listen closely, you can hear that weaping inside those cubicals. Each and every one, bears a voice with a sadness that echoes down the concrete halls. Sitting in there, alone. Watered down by the leaking pipes which circulate the structure. Watered down with the cold chill settled in the fluid. Watered down from the overabundance of cold tears.
Tears which shed, from cold blood.
Waiting for a day, to be let loose. Pacing to and fro, from one end of the cubical to the other. Waiting for a chance to be granted mercy from their God. Waiting for their covenants to be endowed, and complete the sacraments which they long for. Waiting for a time.
A time to escape the clouds, escape the heavens, and fly above them.
