The Sectile Shadow

With each cut it breathes
With each drop it grows stronger
With each sacrifice the vision becomes ever clearer
The light goes out between the shadows
With eyes closed, yet seeing in the ever

The void is a curtain of black velvet
With every cut it seeps
Drop by drop it flows
With every sacrifice the vision becomes ever greyer
Draped around the idea of flesh

With each cut it breathes
With each drop it grows stronger
With each sacrifice the dream becomes ever closer
The light is swallowed into the shadows
With eyes open, transfixed in the æther