the black void coded in ancient hieroglyphics,
where My darkness lies underneath hazy black mists.
still hiding the truth and the extent of the disaster,

long as the wind doesn't shift or blow any faster.

The void is owned by the dream caster

but controlled by an unpredictable master
and with a slip of the hand unveiling depths of the void
and the hidden pain which I can no longer avoid


At the centre lies my tree of life
and between two rings

six other's had their trees cut
the mist began to thicken
stricken by asphyxiation

the darkness became my only real temptation
the tree held firm,
But only after,

We found salvation

Guided through the fog by a white shady figure

from a void of their own he became uniquely disfigured
he only had one hand
the other shrouded

By a glowing ball of light
he painted the void with words,
sculpted the void with rhyme

he became the new Master
he became defender of the tree of life
he became my Idol


An immortal contained in a medieval dungeon
With a Detached ring of gold and delicate wings restrained

By rusted metal chains that were Forged in the fire
By the creature that resides
In the home of the expired


An orb of enflamed humming light approaches ever closer
Pulsating in unison with your bodies beating core

You're blinking out of the dark and into the light
Out of the shadows, now you're unable to hide
From the demons that reside deep down inside

Manipulating dreams and controlling all thought
Strings of ideas bound in an unruly knot
An eternal ball rolling through the depths of complexity

Sustaining the effects of mental toxicity
Subsequent haze staining the heart of your eyes
Obscuring the path that leads to the skies

Melting out a tunnel that leads to demise