it is dark in here, there's a door, but it's locked.
there's a window, but it's blocked by riles.
and i'm getting deeper in a trance.
The voices from the past have echoed long enough.
I listen to their silence, like noisome mirth.
in my mind, I see how I can fly through the walls.
how time can be manipulated, but i'm still in this fleshy shell.
my third eye awakens, it beholds purple ecto plasm.
of a time not known to me, but I see the shape.
and how it manifests throughout my entire room.
there's fear, within the deepest pits of my toe's.
and there is courage on the edges of my fingers.
the walls are under greasy goo.
there where my eye is above the pedastal.
I shall always see what is beyond my darkness...