Ophthalamia I Summon Thee, Oh Father Death Embrace Me
I sit in loneliness and watch the meaning of my past. It dances and twitches then it lays down and dies. I see the morning sky tremble and then it open and begin to cry as night falls and darkness fills my room... whispering thoughts haunt me, my candle burns low. Can I find my fate? Can I be one with my desire? The perchment of my future burns fast and I burn myself badly in my futile attempt to save it. The black blood of my heart weeps, in every tear a part of myself. I have features of youth but a soul of age. Why can't I see the web of lies my life is based upon so I can cut them and become one with the sky? I long for the harmony... the peace within me. I wish to see myself in the burning light of truth and no longer be a victim of hate. I search for the purity in me... I search in my blood... I open my vein to see what ever it may be. And as the red rivers of my life flow from its tunnels and caves... I see lies and falseness die. I'm fading away, drowing in a thick mist of burning ice. I'm showered in the blood of dying hate and I feel pure. I'm taken to the breast of my truth and I'm reborn.
