The spectrum is wide through my opened eyes. The colors are a tide. Through the tide, my soul glides. But when the darkness arrives without warning, consuming my soul, the spectrum is lost. Only a wistful flicker of a heaviness of spirit remains--a longing for escape into the wide open spectrum once known. I turn my face for one damn second and find myself deranged, psychopathic, stumbling around in this hole.
My spinning head no longer holds at bay the piercing cold; it comes rushing back. I am called to submit myself into emptiness. I will surrender now, and soon I will become what I have fought all my life--what I've always run from...
With flashes of light, the spectrum returns and my path is clear. And once again, I feel the tide. And through the tide, my soul glides. Chromatic lights break through my jaded eyes. Though I falter now, there is hope; there is reason still to hold fast and live to see this through. To fail to live my life now, I'd be failing more than myself--than what I can see. Hold fast, and live to see this through.
But there are memories of darkened times still haunting me at every turn. The fear is constantly calling me back. Despite my fevered cries for help, I'm left alone in nebulous black. Morbid moments never cease. Sinister Silence gnashes its teeth.
