In Spectra

Suffer countless endings before one finally knows
The well of all creation lies hidden, never to show
Unable to distinguish the lines so vaguely drawn
A searing pain awaits me, towards Eternal Dawn

An undistorted sight for only a short while
A meaningless lapse between the initial cry at birth
And the final sigh called Death
Though none of the above truly matters now
Enduring mortification as I face my wounded soul,
ensanguined, in agony, elucidate my fading light,
terrified, I consign to Oblivion what's mine

Morbid murals flashing by
Every fibre feels alive
Though not the separated mind
With my body once entwined

"I feel Completeness, a mystical awakening balanced by a depressed and
bitter awareness of my inherent incompletion, a clash of two
perceptions...the state of illumination begins to break up, and leads me to
an overwhelming sense of darkness and deprivation...

...I AM FRIGHTENED

In these times of reflection a spectre abides
Inside my cerebrum is where it must hide
My thoughts caused the anger to unbridle my deeds
Now bathe me in anguish, ignite my inner fears..

An undistorted sight for only a short while
A meaningless lapse between the initial cry at birth
And the final sigh called death
Though none of the above truly matters now