I am artistically inclined on a hell bound descent
Ive learned the The path of darkness is a temporary torment
Where The eyes are the organic translucent glass
That help us see unto the future and predict the past
An I find solace in the darks cold embrace
With the lights out i am ****** into a brilliant space
The infinite envelops me, giggling i am lost at sea
Dwindling directions, exhausted glee
With closed eyes i feel what it is to be free

All streams stem from a greater source
All things are guided by a preternatural force
Every road we ever go down, secretly kept on course
We are saved in the shadows by the hell hounds warmed paws
Contagion our ideas
infectious diseased an yellow
The pitch black conveys a melancholy mellow
But
If one day the sky darkened or turned a deeper blue
Then maybe like us you could perceive the beauty of night an darkness too.