The descent

On a quick descent into breaking blackness

I edge deathfully on the brink of insanity.
This heaven is no more of a mere shadow
laughing at me with cruel vanity.

And these tear-stained eyes
are no strangers to my tormented soul.
Along with the crimson of this slick-soaked heart
when this shattered essence consumes its true identity.

Through dazzling pain my body shivers
fighting underneath the cold fire of this blood-bathed hell.
My own echo is the only noise rushing beyond fading colors
no one precious to catch me once I fall.

No demonic plea worth saving me
there is no point in trying.
Never was there a mage to relinquish a releasing spell
I was left unequaled infected with life.


Whitelighter