When Silent abyss comes chasing the light and envelopes your vulnerable mind,
To call reflection from that which lies hidden inside.
Beckoning your eye's shut for there function is unable to be,
When reality is shaped from deep within thee.
Each sensation birthed in this world of your being instilled,
Is formed in madness by the dissection from that with which your soul is filled.
Then the light in turn steals your sight to be torn from this solitary private communion.
Now changes again the context in the tides of perception, from seen to seeing.
Never able to resist this shifting life lived by all.
No thought nor will bares a tool to shape this ebbing existence
So in essence ever all that is, remains in truth but pawns to the constant changing whim of light and darkness...
To call reflection from that which lies hidden inside.
Beckoning your eye's shut for there function is unable to be,
When reality is shaped from deep within thee.
Each sensation birthed in this world of your being instilled,
Is formed in madness by the dissection from that with which your soul is filled.
Then the light in turn steals your sight to be torn from this solitary private communion.
Now changes again the context in the tides of perception, from seen to seeing.
Never able to resist this shifting life lived by all.
No thought nor will bares a tool to shape this ebbing existence
So in essence ever all that is, remains in truth but pawns to the constant changing whim of light and darkness...
