This is a daylight descending
Into the miscarried rivers of sorrow.
When even words seem to be pieces,
Matching a fathomless chasm of decadence
At the loss of everything mundane
The clearest substance whispers,
Grasps my wrists
To hold them against
The surfaces of a lethal trance.
Transition, a knowing kept always warm

To open doors everyday
To find the one that closes behind
To find eternal darkness
To leave the precipice of life
To open doors everyday
With damaged tissues, moistened bandages
To find fearless, flawless, faceless beauty
Over the bonds of human minds.
To comprehend, to subside, to dissolute, to dematerialise.
From the highest peaks a nameless sacrifice
Is offered as a half-bled prey.
To open and be devoured by the gates to the outside...