When the meaning of meaning is meaningless
Then the denial of truth is not false
For a way forward is unclear
And a path for redemption is absent.
The darkness that lives in the dark corners of your heart become a part of your ambition.
When you begin to fear the look of your own image
Then be grateful for the streams inside of your head
For they are what keep you sane
So I looked into you and I saw a ghostly light
So dim but existing in its own way
Fearfully and brave it blew to the east, then to the west.
Then I asked it, why chose such discreet morbid paths
Then it whispered to me saying, they are the only ones it had strength to take.
