I sit and cry emptiness and thought pervading I see the sun going down crushing the earth like a hot fireball descending and keeping it's light from us hoping that in the morning we will drink the light in gluttony
the night is long and I sit and wait for it to come and take me away the dream continues in the empty darkness reaping all that we achieved in the day taking me for a journey of light and darkness simultaneously opening and closing my eyes and I try to see but the figures dimmed by the shutter of my eyes destroyed by the flame
and I awake in the night darkness around alone and aware of my surroundings but not of myself the outer world so much easier to comprehend a formula for everything but when I look in mystery a place uncharted by math and science a place not calculated and logical were up is down and dry is wet this is were time dances
in this place I feed my soul hoping that I can stay a while longer hoping that the thirst for light won't destroy the glamour the sun draws its weapon and pulls me back to a world so sure and so calculated ready to judge and assign a grade to me
so I try to hold on a little longer enjoy the darkness but it is a cycle the moon must rise but it must also set making room for the sun that blinds us with the glare I seek a way to rejoin this place during a time of the daylight glare hoping that I will be able to see again so I pour my blood on paper and expose my soul unable to escape
even I need the physical world its coldness and cruelty its temporary love a way to sustain the physical unable to through the spiritual the light doesn't allow the science and the money a barrier to a dream a place visited by so many yet realized by so few a place were time dances with space and things fall up or down whichever way they choose
so I try to get back like a drug I need it seeking this truth is my addiction I finally realize that I cannot live like this temporary doses of heaven and then suffering withdrawal all day I need to be saved by the angel of darkness the angel of light so I take the gun it's cold barrel tingling at the roof of my mouth and pull the trigger and I rejoin.