When I Opened My Mind I Died
I have captured the four elements in all dimensions, yet I am strapped into the Earth. Gazing into myself, the Universe is but a speck of dust. My longing for emptiness falls into the abyss. My suffering is in the construction of myself. I reach for great heights and fall from the monuments I build.
The Apparition in this Flesh stands here before me. Oh… it is just beyond my grasp, just over that horizon and slightly out of reach. Every move I make is covered in smoke and mirrors endless futility. It shatters my soul and out pours darkness from that breach.
I transcended the lines, traced my origins back in time to the stars from which I emerged this side. Here in this abysmal dark eventide, everything is incarcerated by the feelings I hide.
I am the programmer of a brand new decline. I am the architect of a grand design. Wisdom of the ancients, spoken by the internal Aliens, Immortality has given the sign.
I shall stroll with Death eternal. I will run with life. I will walk with an unending thirst. I will never thrive, until I take the dive, strive, to pen the final chapters of my infinite existence in the language of the ancients within my mind.
Beyond the Cosmos I dive, I strive, I survive, and I always thrive. I am the silt, and I am the soil. I am the mighty oak by the water, in which soul will toil. I am the voice that rings and the wind that sings the sweet lullaby of bliss; the light of the stars shines down caressing me with their kiss as I exist in my own solace.