Ascension Sickness - Abigail Williams

Dark clouds cover the sky

Blocking the pale illusive moonlight

A false feeling of protection

From that which

Obscures the perceptional reality

But am I not ready

To see

Beyond the matrix

And surrender

To the magnificence of my own being and embrace immortality?

Cold water

Lands upon my face

Drowning my thoughts and my flesh it does

Purify

Tonight we roam in absolute darkness

Guided only by the light within

Radiating