shadows

 
cunted, torturous need
the dark is intently listening
which instrument will it be?

seeking the truth of me it will be extracted
I wonder is it the bitter root it's after?
I can dispel myths and answer
I hate the pain
I hunger after the results

the truth is I'm getting stronger in my weakness
it's an alteration of mind that is needed
there are confines the body places upon us
restrictions or barriers to the unseen
I reach out and uncover the want in me

masochistic or am I sadistic in my requests?
is it mere destiny I would know the exquisite nature of pain?
opening worlds to my blind eyes

there is a city of gold
where people pine
I know it's perimeters I've counted each stone
I desired to explore, to evolve
the city is there to receive
then send you on your way
innocence resides there
may she always shine

I consist of the darkness
where all energies first emanated
I desire secrets of secrets

I will suffer greatly