Looking into your eyes, passing through the gateway of your soul, I enter into the dark chamber of your spirit
I renouce what my mind knows, letting go of tangible pleasures
Only to be guided by my spirit as it reaches your secret garden to which no one soul is allowed without the seal of your essence
Through your eyes, your spirit guides me to the truth of the unknown from which the naked eyes cannot see. Nor, for the weak who not yet possess that which is required to honor such deep powers.
Kindle ye my spirit lighting my dampened coals, smothered by ways of the blind who fear the unknown and stray from the darkness of one's soul.
All in the name of a social balance that is filled with emptiness and keeps us numb with its abstract amenities
Quench my fire will you not? Sooth my pain and its plot to captivate my soul in shackles.
Release the chains of my screts that burn like hot coals haunting my own signs and anxieties. My own fears and pride.
For as long as you heal my withered heart, I have the faith to walk this journey.
For your eyes burn away things that causes this pain.
My journey into darkness is an eternity. Yet, I fear not the darkness as it is a part of what I am. Part of what I've become.
In my heart of darkness, I have found the balance of time bent. The past is my foundation. The present is my arena. The future is my land of promise.
Once again, I live. For in the darkness, I have found the light, I have found you. Therefore, I have found myself.
