At first consideration maybe quite simple, a matter of only something that stands before light.
But that which is shadowed from one side, may from another angle show as a brilliant reflection, in hopes that not everything that thrives in darkness is evil.
My heart's ease, I will be cold and discontented, staining my innermost self with anguish.
Innocence squandered within.
Perfect darkness arise.
Sick with lament and torn by torment, tragic to say the least.
Embraced by mysticism, kindred by partnership.
Quaver and pulsate as I may, but still these chains of perverseness bind.
Rave actions shown through, retribution is time.
Vain addictions to be reconciled.
Decadence win, delusions of corruption falter.
A martyr I've been, no time to repent.
Attempts to cease are futile, for what is a puppet without his strings?
