From this deep hole in the ground,
From this place I called my home,
From this shadowy world of darkness,
From this barren plain of lost souls.

I stand in between the anvil and the hammer,
In between the black and the white,
In the middle of confusion and understanding,
I am left searching for my misplaced answers.

I don’t know why this voice calls to me,
What words it wants to communicate,
What argument I am supposed to understand,
What aid I am to give this fellow helpless one.

My eyes shimmer in the face of illusion,
Its black shroud blinding all my sights,
The snake creeping in the pit of my mind
Biting and poisoning my inner self.

I am flying alone in a broken dream,
Randomly shifting on the tides of time,
Screaming for deliverance that won’t come,
Demanding that a light guides me home.

My eyes glaze and stare into the void,
Hazily dragging my body into its gaze,
The zombie inside walks lazily forwards,
Dragging an unwilling carcass behind it.

But the flames of salvation and hope
Burn deep inside of my lifeless host,
I scream and pull back from the misery
And slowly I rise once again.

I roll around on a dead bed of lies,
Soft feathers of the past suffocate me,
A desk of shimmering pictures beside me
Chants its call for more pain to my mind.

I raise my numbed and blackened fingers,
Angrily slamming her portrait to the floor,
I break free of the golem’s solid grasp,
Stand alone in the light once again.

I thrust aside the veil and open my eyes,
Awakening from the powerful illusion,
Laughing I stare at new life ahead,
Fluttering my wings I fly again.