I'm on a hunt for darkness in darkness
The kind that would let me drift
Into lands beyond my imagination
Where silence does not lie, or mock or cry
I want a tranqualised darkness,
No scratch, cry nor song
I want to hear only black, the kind of black so deep you fall into it
The kind of black so dense nothing squeezes through
The weight of the endless hunt presses down on me
each step lifting of the ground lesser than the last
They hold my ankles so tightly, all these chains that put marks on me
and yet these hooks on my eyelids they force me to see all and forget none
They are tired of the number of times we repent, their forgiveness stretching thin
and so we drag ourselves thorugh the crushing darkness
pushing through the fog, one blade at a time
Darkness hunting darkness