In a dark time, the eye begins to see, 
At odds with circumstance? The week’s on fire!: 
Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire,
A lord of night weeping amongst the tree. 

I know the purity of pure despair, 
I feel the fell of dark, not day,
Time creeps by, in yet longer light’s delay.
I see the pretend, and feel the uncare.

My soul is dark? I’m a monster? Oh! My bad,
A Moment – We uncertain step; 
And same ole Road – Not erect,
I meet my shadow in the deepening mad!

A difference, was promised in new light,
Death of the self in a long, tearless night;
New breath, wind blows, end of fight,
But lies are echoing, and brings this dark night!

I am storm, a gush, of spirit a dull sour. I see, 
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
My shadow pinned against a ragging sea,
I am fury, I am heartache. Karma’s most deep decree.