In deep,
to the point some days I struggle to sleep.

The essence inside begging to be free, to dance together with those to this cosmic beat.

Something no-one can see,
it's something for those who deeply feel.

Once the sense is attuned,
it's like finding a side old but new.

Sensing bringing along intense yearnings,
burning to play with those alike.

When unattuned and blind to what is inside,
the dark beings take the opportunity to pounce.

Dependent on the darkness inside, sometimes there is light inside.

These unthreatening types.

But for those who make you shiver with fright.

They have something older and darker than even the darkest skies.

Seeing people radiating light a tasty morsel, that spiritual type of food.

Caution and awareness,
maintain what needs to be kept safe.

Undisciplined types prey to these beasts,
******* dry each part of the light they seek.

Discipline brought with age,
is the only way I found to keep away the depraved.

A clarity and a safe way to keep away from these essences craving barbarity.

No Saint be I.

Having to welcome a little darkness inside.

A layer that protects and chimes the bells inside with warning.

Providing a force that no essence can **** dry,
as many those monster have tried.

Be aware with who you share,
with who you leave your soul bare.

Urges through the night, a blade dancing with its mistress, discarding what has summoned up in her way alike a ****** crazed devotion,
Scarlet tears make their way down her cheek, washing the sand off as the pillars around begin to collapse alike cards one by one at the time,
Phantoms rage as a pure flower appears to commence blooming,
The warped moon embraces the shadows of such fools as it rises,
Actions with not much meaning seek their rampage as the battle field becomes frail and soulless through this sleepless night of lunacy,
When the flood of realisation arrives she will be swept away unlike the wise who make a more solid, steadfast decision. How trecious,
Does she want to take a dance with this cruel world she rampages on, are her ideals fitting for this battle she is about to win for now,
Drenched in blood and impurities of her work, her mind remains pure, innocent, not even sweating one thought to the consequences,
Mercy nor compassion are unlikely to be granted in this darkening realm, not to her dancing knife or her lunatic ****** devotion,
Time is moving, as she sacrafices her soul for her actions,
Taking another dance in this distorted dark