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...