In Signs, In Patterns

Whatever is sought, can be found
Whatever is neglected, slips away

I dive into negation
Eternal, a moment of pure comfort

Signs cover the mind, like spiteful snow
A false warmth arises
Thoughts numb
I dive deeper
In totality of my vision
Misery is manifold

The past is the unseen
A forgotten wound on the prowl
Waiting to resurface and pounce
It's easy to forget
That it is vital as life

Drenched in the gloom of lost springs
Bygone thrills and rhapsody
This dreadful exile mars the souls with agony

The din of the world is lashing
Maladies foul the ground beneath
Little things act as symbols
Kindlings to the minds asleep

This mission shall unseal for me
All the wells of pity
Make the desert blossom
Bring me out of the bitterness of lonely exile

I will emerge from this brutal baptism!