A prism prison
ensnares my eyes
A rainbow of colors
begins to rise
Do I see true
Is that really blue
Or is what I see
Just a memory
I stand alone
on a hollow stone
Far from life
and far from home
This dagger I raise
As it consumes the light
Clears a clean path
And wrongs what was right
I walk straight on
into into the dark
dragging my feet
and snuffing the spark
The emotions I have
I aim to avoid
I can't be touched
I'm Lord of the Void.
Friday, November 19, 2004
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