Hopelessly degraded

At the start of it all

And you see me, faded

And I see your eyes

I can see your eyes

And nothing more

It is no surprise

That you're weeping

Shadows, all so unreal

Everybody must dream

What is this that I feel?

Some kind of fear?

And now, as the void sucks me into some loving embrace, not unlike that of a mother for a new-born son, I feel secure in a way that I could never have envisaged, almost as if I was being granted safe passage by a flight of angels as they whisk me into the dank and darkened inner sanctum of the mind...