The Black Spiral

<br>a sane man wanders<br>in hopes high not to die<br>to master and to understand<br>the sickness of every soul<br>one breath in the frozen darkness,<br>darkness burning with fear<br>feeding upon the mind<br>twisting and turning<br><br>a sick and broken portrait of balance<br>the swift dagger of madness<br>but with madness comes power<br>sanity splits appart<br>paradox upon paradox<br>painfully draining<br>yet unseen untouched<br>sanity falls, falls into the pit of nothingness<br>to pure is the vision of corruption<br>too close, too sick<br><br>the mind cracks<br>shatters and disappears in the darkness<br>nothing has changed<br>life continues it`s sick parodly<br>of it`s ideal<br><br>and only death can set us free<br><br>the black spiral<br>a sick and broken portrait of balance<br>the swift dagger of madness<br>but with madness comes power<br>sanity splits apart<br>paradox upon paradox<br>painfully draining<br>yet unseen untouched<br>sanity falls, falls into the pit of nothingness