You can't avert
The stone once it's thrown
Or the words that's been said.
If the destination's already set
Its purpose hit home.
Loneliness thought us
To exclude the communication
with thy own soul
For the superficious views of the admissible society.
In the Dark am
From 1 to 5
So silent and blank
Away from the steady poison
of the critical eye.
They say he's sick
But I think he's gone
For Evil is not just a
Thought brought to life
Its a new lifestyle
The monsters we become.
How simple it is to fall.
Should I associate myself with the darkness?
Or is it just another kind of light?
The kind that's respects the radiance of an ignited soul bound to the divine dark on the winding stairs of selfless progression in a disintegrating
virtuality.
Always a decision away from renewed reality.
So As light and shadows seek harmony among chaos.
Ignore not the maelstrom within the calm of a storms eye.
