Night Skies : Volume One.

My dark well.

the old clock ticks and tocks life away,
tick ... tock ... tick ... tock
it carries on forward with its rythmic steps,
each ticking step brings closer,
deaths scythe upon my mortal self.

all the while
black tides of uncertainties rock my tiny boat,
fiery gales of contrasting opinion beguile me,
and dark shadows of doubt are cast upon me.

I am alone.
I have no one.
I had to get here,
to this pitch black abyss.
I had to feel it for myself,
to feel is to know.

to know hunger,
to know darkness,
to know helplessness.

this is the bottom of my well,
and in it is a certain calmness,
it came in a voice so soft,
this is it,
the worst of it.

I smile,
as I grip the slimy dark walls,
now begins the journey to the top,
to the light,
now begins glory,
now begins immortality.

the end.