The womb of all

The absence of air, to my eternal flame

Our yin and yang, 

Feel the same about nothing, just as powerful as all the colors that came afterwards 

Acknowledge pain as the creator of light, agony exist is darkness, through prying minds, get lost in emptiness, becomes unalive

Why dive into the abyss of your not willing to die 

Spite, lies, losing light feels like tears falling from swollen eyes, like the last breath of a moral guide

To be tortured by the womb of Divine,

From a seed that screams to the heavens and breaks through the soul,

To the vines that wine around the hearts of damaged brights

Who will accept, who will love, who will individualize the void from which all comes from, who will become undone to become one

Who will run towards despair and hopelessness after learning faith

Knowing it will be the last breath to take before submitting to fate

Darkness cannot be changed, some call it hate

Love it, and you'll see what it takes