Dark Passenger

Vast is the emptiness growing inside, like a black hole sucking me in
A hollow casket buried deep, no ruin to cling onto
A destitute room without the comfort of despair, bleaker than the face of a
demon
Dark is the shadow-side, weary and cold
A haunted place where hopelessness grows
Out of its own accord the earth runs to dust — to dust through my hand
I’m lost in a haze, found in perpetual sleep
A near mortal sting, deadlier than a voodoo snake, sings me lullaby
In this deserted place I welcome you… I welcome you
I’m lost in a haze, found in perpetual sleep
A near mortal sting sings me lullaby
A vehicle broken and restored by unconditional love, the body is a vessel of
God’s glory
As if by a chemical trick, I’m sedated with imagery
An illusion of truth and desire
Incidents I cannot recall, drowned in motion circular
A familiar dullness, the wheel of the wasteland