in the lonely hour, what ugly do you unmask?
what ill intentional summonings are your souls inhabitants?
is there room in your spirit for a black that’s muddied with gold?
do you have it in you, every night your heart gets weak, to whisper a serenity prayer to the darkness –
let it seep into your soul so deep your darkness becomes glorious?
is there a heavy tone inside you that’s holy?
i know you were taught that the devil incarnates from the absence of
but only one is deficiency
only one abstracts
tints & tilts
shifts focus & deceives
turn the lights off
rebirth must begin with death
some truths reside in the absence of light
and can’t be exposed by bringing them to it
but only in following the swallow of the night
heave and weighted by all that’s blamed on it