I spoke to the shadow last night,
    the one connected to all.
Something wasn't right.
    It couldn't explain what it saw.

A room with no windows
a breeze caresses nothing.
The sound of weeping widows,
Last words they sing.

Shattered Mirror upon the wind,
Eyes Gazing upon you.
You feel your every sin,
You see your every virtue.

"Leave this place..."
An angel's voice...
Chains begin to lace,
pulling you into a void.

You hold the key,
as you fall asleep.
You're already free,
falling into the deep.

Colors whisper their legend,
as you become the map.
You Know every universal segment
As you weave your trap.

A Card Burns before your eyes,
A devil on it's front.
You hear scattered lies,
A Demon on a witch hunt.

You hold your cross close,
As darkness reaches forth.
You remember what you live most,
as you fall into this storm.

Carpet Diem