Striking through a cloud of void,
Before my eyes, strange and misty.
The walls between the shimmering notes,
Like an image of my heart thumping.

A raging fire is caged within.
Trapped in a cauldron, it tries to escape.
Growing, shriveling, deceiving my eyes
With a subtle burn. It injects agonies.

As I turn my face from this raging fire
It shatters immediately; light breaking against me.
Transcending into a million pieces,
With noises turning into slithering whispers.

The raging fire only grows and ignites a familiar taste.
And there is darkness all around now.
Warped visions start bursting out of phase
As this lattice of thought disturbs me. How?

Between the raging fire and the surrounding void.
I begin to see strange things of manner absurd.
Time moves in circles above
As the shadows shift inside a glove.

This raging fire captivates me. I start falling.
I look up and I see, once more, this lattice of thought.
These visions from time elapsed begin calling
While gently transforming into clear sight.

The raging fire starts to swallow,
I close my eyes and let my heart frighten.
Pulling me down, with a touch I reminisce;
Is this really me? Am I really so hollow?