The flesh, burned and scarred by the light of the sun, rots away silently, unseen and unknown.
Borne of a deeper light, a brilliant blue, a searing of tissue, reality is untrue, rendered in highly defined phoniness.
Broken forever, the tin soldier beats no more drums, as the darkness sweeps him inside. Standing too close to the fire, he watches his plastic inner engine fall from within, sticking him down. Choices all made, the crowds all left, and his world faded to grey.
The lost one wishes to return, his train endlessly delayed, due to unnecessarily unforeseen undeniably uneventful circumstances. Pacing the platform, he is pushed aside for the last time, as a freighter speeds through.
The dark landscape of molten dread returns itself to cold coal, as it was warmed by ice, it now is cooled by the inferno of confusion. A small blackened creature struggles to breathe in the midst of it. Identifiable only by the charred remains of long ears, it no longer endures the environment, but feeds from it. A flash of brilliance from its purple eyes signals the presence of a powerful force, far beyond that driving this oppressive, deceitful land.
In nothing, one is everything. A man who is nothing, truthfully has everything, because nothing provides the highest knowledge.
To deny all negative is to promote positive, but it is still denial. To remove all negative is to create positive.