Chromatic Aberration - Native Construct

The spectrum is wide

Through my opened eyes

The colors are a tide

Through the tide, my soul glides

But when the darkness arrives without warning, consuming my soul

The spectrum is lost

Only a wistful flicker of a heaviness of spirit remains

A longing for escape into the wide open spectrum once known

I turn my face for one damn second

And find myself deranged

Psychopathic, stumbling around in this hole

My spinning head no longer holds at bay the piercing cold

It comes rushing back

I am called to submit myself into emptiness

I will surrender now

And soon I will become what I have fought all my life

What I’ve always run from

With flashes of light, the spectrum returns

And my path is clear

And once again, I feel the tide

And through the tide my soul glides

Chromatic lights break through my jaded eyes

Though I falter now, there is hope

There is reason still

To hold fast and live to see this through

To fail to live my life now

I’d be failing more than myself

Than what I can see

Hold fast, and live to see this through

But there are memories of darkened times still haunting me at every turn

The fear is constantly calling me back

Despite my fevered cries for help

I’m left alone in nebulous black

Morbid moments never cease

Sinister Silence gnashes his teeth