To the shadows before my
eyes,
Stay still, and stay here for
long,
I really like what you show
me,
Let no light break this
illusion.
The world you twist and
display,
A distortion, furthest from
truth,
Holds an element, thought
lost,
The shadows hold one blissful
lie.
This world which I have grown
into,
Does not exist within shadowy
mist,
Convinced of born where not
to be,
I find a mystic glimmer in a
dark core.
An unreal warmth in the icy
heart,
A warmth which pulsed numb
toes,
An unbroken silence within
the noise,
Serene solace beyond the
crying agony.
A fire that once roared red
and strong,
Now extinguished and its
smoke in heaven,
Replaced by smokeless and
lightless flames,
Burning black as the shadows before my eyes.
