Portals of My Mind

The light has gone forever.

There is no way around this archetypal madness.

All that remains is the silent whisper of darkness, the ascendence of nothingness.

No mystery will follow our path as we approach the edge of the unknown.

It's as if snow is covering all guilt of forbidden wisdom, while moments are tearing apart.

We stumble hard while surfing through oceans of memories destined to be forgotten once and for all.

Our minds have seen better nights; our eyes... they have seen bitter sights.

We are like passengers led by forces of the deep, overwatching the past of things to come.