You can't avert
The stone once it's thrown

Or the words that's been said.
If the destination's already set

Its purpose hit home.

Loneliness thought us
To exclude the communication
with thy own soul

For the superficious views of the  admissible society.

In the Dark am
From 1 to 5
So silent and blank
Away from the steady poison
of the critical eye.

They say he's sick
But I think he's gone
For Evil is not just a
Thought brought to life
Its a new lifestyle

The monsters we become.

How simple it is to fall.

Should I associate myself with the darkness? 
Or is it just another kind of light? 

The kind that's respects the radiance  of an ignited soul bound to the divine dark on the winding stairs of selfless progression in a disintegrating

virtuality.

Always a decision away from  renewed reality.

So As light and shadows seek harmony among chaos.

Ignore not the maelstrom within the calm of a storms eye.