Traveling through the regions beyond light,
Soaring above the conflicts of life,
A man reached the point of no return.
Darkness is the elimination of colour,
But, beyond the spectrum lies a substance.
The phenomenon of seeing clearly,
more clearly than required.
A heart of darkness is the true friend of horror,
Like white is of black,
It is the last resort of the human instinct,
To become what it cannot fight.
Sailing through the river of lives,
A man stands out,
A soul goes mad,
And the mind takes the path of chaos.
