This Onward Reach - Eneferens

In this turn of events I am carried under with no means to breathe

When the sky sank so low, I could feel it then, in the twilight mask

Fanning flames of which destroy me, yet keep me warm

And in the fire there’s a passion that is growing short

Agony and beauty, inseparable.

Love leaves the body

The light I no longer see illuminates the world around me

I am lost

A hollow contour, inside will ever be.

Off course, disguised

This weight is replete