A journey to Nightside
Innermost heart of man
An open space just waiting
to be filled, fulfilled

A fall from greys into utter black
Where light has ceased to be a dream
So distant and cold it might as well
not exist, desist

Your tears are frozen solid
Breath ragged with icy pain
A heart so cold it might as well be
made of ice, demise

A leap of faith down the sharpest cliff
A death in loving memory of life
Once known, now gone, sought a
higher plane, insane

Quested, failed, despair, death
Veins torn, unseeing eyes
Your end was forever, my friend
Your desire, turned sour

Fading...
Fallen...
Forlorn...