In the glazed eyes of the night I dream
Of nothingness,
Of life.
It's all a fresh blaze of crumpled heartstrings
And their song a muffled trip on broken glass.

I slip...
I fall asleep into nothingness,
I bask in it's glory.
I am nothingness, I am the dark that emcompasses all.
I feel nothing, I fear nothing, I do...
And through it I move, I become, I am me,
Swiming in a sea lit only by a drunken moon,
I shiver in the light, I let it engulf me into it's deepest holes, make a weapon of me.
And shoot... not like a shooting star that dreams of dreams, but like a gun with its smoking words and recoil.
At least a star would roam a vast void and pride itself in the distance it keeps,
Its untouchable armour, its shining reflection in the eyes that gaze adrift.

I am the void, I am its keeper. I watch for days and linger at all the pieces it is composed of.
Some would break it apart to find it's secrets
Whilst I would indulge in its mystery.

I am no more. I become it. Let sound make its presence felt, let colours cut my burdened skin. Because in the end of this story, we just see the light of life cast shadows, and darkness give meaning to its content, true contrast.
Turn over, little snowglobe, mend white light with hollow snow. I am the glass that shattered years ago.

Bleed for me, my Sun, ache for my desires. I pray you see the night one day. Let sisters and brothers meet, let children kindle with their kind.
I beg you mercy and kindness. Let hope swallow itself into the vaccum it comes from. You are my contagion. You are my bitter bliss of endings and of flight. No wings will kill me now.

As rigid thoughts wake into me, I dream into them. They overload my senses. I catch the raft pushing on, no matter the bolders it faces, no matter the waterfall, and sleep.
Bleak glimpses of black.
The black.
The deep.
The place of warm surrender,
This love I keep.
It cannot unkiss me,
It cannot be sold,
It cares that I don't,
It cares for truth. And truth is the only thing worth loving. And lies that wake...