The light called out to me
From the deepest of pits, unable to climb out
For where logic and reason gave in
There is but an allegory

Of no known cause, and of an unknown future
the coldness descends all around
And in the mind the lights that dance
they dance only to torment

The endless loop that ceases in sleep
Only to be replaced by another
Like the stormy seas that rock the mind
A perfection that can only be

In mortal failure does the soul lie
lying its way to sleep
The ground beneath gives way
Where time's own laughter is no longer heard
Into the abyss the consciousness leaps

Again, and again
and again