| I stare at the void in this heart
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| It’s as translucent as raven’s wings
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| I listen to its sparse humming
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| It enters my mind, crawling like a snail
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| It enchants
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| I feel the primal danger of it
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| My blood starts flowing backwards
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| And so do my thoughts
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| I see the house I’ll die in
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| I don’t recognize the door
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| I walk around it
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| A red glow is blinking from the windows
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| I stare at it 'til I get lightheaded
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| I spew a black stream of doubts
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| I let go of as many as I can
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| Certain nights reveal more than lifetimes
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| Tonight I’m able to look through the walls I’ve built
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| I can see how innocent fear looks like
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| I let it be
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| I let my body deal with it
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| I witness levitation of my soul
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| May each spasm bring new purposes
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| I saw both the base and the top of this pyramid
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| I think to belong somewhere else
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| But I accept this path I’m walking on
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| It’s as silver as a wolf’s hair
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| It’s as lonely as a wolf can be
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| But at least it’s mine
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| But I accept this path I’m walking on
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| It’s as silver as a wolf’s hair
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| It’s as lonely as a wolf can be
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| But at least it’s mine
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| I see the house I’ll die in
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| I don’t recognize the door
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| Tonight I’m able to look through the walls I’ve built
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| I can see how innocent fear looks like
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| I let it be
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| I let my body deal with it
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| I’ll honor it with this ode to dark times
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| May words be dancing with clouds and rain
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| 'Til even rats will come out of their nest
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| Curious about the light spreading up above
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| I’ll stand as close as I can to this wrath
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| I’ll turn it into a shield
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| I’ll learn to breathe around these flames
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| I’ll let them take over
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| I’ll learn to contain them
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| I’ll toss them into the void
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| To see how deep the fall would be
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| To count the breaths it will take me
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| To close this circle with a single brushstroke
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| And throw the ink in the air
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| To let chaos draw for me |