Buried deep within the mind of madness
Lies the lonely X on the map.
A darkness born of light of lust,
Tempests of loneliness pushing them away.
Strong words longing to be used,
A desire hidden in the darkest cornor.
In the darkness of the heart
There can only be truth.
In the fleeting moment before
The witnesses cry horror.
Eyes staring into the empty emotion,
It is in death that virtue shines
And life that virtue dies.
Here in our existant plain
We swallow our sins and praise.
In the dark corners of our mind,
There awaits an X, a guide.
Alone, he wanders
Looking for the venturer.
"In those fleeting moments when an opportunity presents itself, we are able to see our full potential." - Authors note 02