Solitude Brood

I've walked the lines
Between being depraved or divine
I'm sitting in the rear
On stand by
Sipping on a glass of fine wine
With a slice of turpitude
On the side
Plead to walk in the light
Yet darkness curls its fingers
Around ophan notions in my mind
 Besides, you have to crawl
Through your dark tunnels
To bathe in light on the other side