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within the darkness, within the pools
of consciousness inside my twisted thoughts,
i found the trail to heaven laid before me.
the path to paradise, which winds through
    the hollow echoes, until the world
    around me takes form in such
    unexpected manners.

life pours through my veins.
voices which i long since silenced
  (or perhaps, never allowed speak before)
form a chorus, one bursting into song
  then another, and another until the
  entire host of the heavens and
  attendants to the deities are put to shame.

a manic rhythm beats in my chest.
catacombs long since abandoned
  (or perhaps, never even occupied)
have been flooded with light;
  pure, blinding light as it wraps around
  me like a coat of many colors and inspires
  the waking of a dawn within my soul.

my very soul,
where impoverished and atrophied sentiments
have lingered, shackled to the walls.
loosed, the chains; the very chains which have
kept my heart a prisoner
within a chasm dark as the blackest night.

i dine on the most sacred of meals.
blood which flows as wine and
   bread, the body laid out to savor.
i blink through crimson tears
  in this most indulgent of communions;
a feast before me of much more than
carnal pleasures and shadowed motives.

to wander into paradise
   a pilgrim to the altar,
   an acolyte to the temple,
and find myself within nirvana,
       this demon of demons trembles.

to need. to love. to want.
   the veil parts and i linger within its gates.
let the angels expel me.
let the minions of hell scoff,
   should i be proven unworthy.
in life and death,
   and shades of existence in-between,
i have seen the brightest light
and felt the most comforting warmth
   in the most searing of embraces.

let judgment come to me
    i would not fear its heavy hand.
for the catacombs are occupied
   and the voices resonate within me
echoes shaking the walls of the deepest chasm
and inspiring a pulse with their sound.

Description
within the darkness, within the pools
of consciousness inside my twisted thoughts,
i found the trail to heaven laid before me.
the path to paradise, which winds through
    the hollow echoes, until the world
    around me takes form in such
    unexpected manners.

life pours through my veins.
voices which i long since silenced
  (or perhaps, never allowed speak before)
form a chorus, one bursting into song
  then another, and another until the
  entire host of the heavens and
  attendants to the deities are put to shame.

a manic rhythm beats in my chest.
catacombs long since abandoned
  (or perhaps, never even occupied)
have been flooded with light;
  pure, blinding light as it wraps around
  me like a coat of many colors and inspires
  the waking of a dawn within my soul.

my very soul,
where impoverished and atrophied sentiments
have lingered, shackled to the walls.
loosed, the chains; the very chains which have
kept my heart a prisoner
within a chasm dark as the blackest night.

i dine on the most sacred of meals.
blood which flows as wine and
   bread, the body laid out to savor.
i blink through crimson tears
  in this most indulgent of communions;
a feast before me of much more than
carnal pleasures and shadowed motives.

to wander into paradise
   a pilgrim to the altar,
   an acolyte to the temple,
and find myself within nirvana,
       this demon of demons trembles.

to need. to love. to want.
   the veil parts and i linger within its gates.
let the angels expel me.
let the minions of hell scoff,
   should i be proven unworthy.
in life and death,
   and shades of existence in-between,
i have seen the brightest light
and felt the most comforting warmth
   in the most searing of embraces.

let judgment come to me
    i would not fear its heavy hand.
for the catacombs are occupied
   and the voices resonate within me
echoes shaking the walls of the deepest chasm
and inspiring a pulse with their sound.