Blind Sight

In the beginning of the end

When darkness sheds its light

Deaths passionate life

Will shed forth the birth of an unborn soul

This bright despair that gives dim hope

Shall lead mankind to a beautiful disaster.

Oh how

Insanity’s normalities

Will kindly guide you astray

To the heights of hell

And the depths of heaven

Where the bright black

Mixes with the dark white

To create a ghostly in-between.

And in this cleanliness of filth,

As you agonize

From the burning of the cold-

The bitter sweet and loving hate

Will always take you back

Back to the future’s past.

In the end of this beginning,

Will your strengths be weak?

Will darkness then swallow your light

That you have fought so hard to keep-

Or will your warmth turn cold?

Now you stand

On the outside of the inside

Where things are neither

Here nor there;

And existence does not exist;

Everything is backwards-

The right side now your left,

You must make it out of nothing,

You must make it out alive.

And then my dearest little foe,

You must win the never ending battle

So the desolate may have hope.

So march on my motionless soldier

Still sleeping in your cradle-

Scream out in your soft whisper.

The pleasures of despair

Will lead you

To a realm of a peaceful chaos

And then, only then

Will fate give you a say

For then,

Your only choice to make

Is when your last breath

To take