Floating in the milky way city of lights,
Trying to find my way home.
Set in the vast melted ghost black,
The lost light of jeweled suns' past
Whispering to me, like monster's eyes-
Forming clots in my vision,
Like an encepalopathy.
And so you no longer see me,
Your darkness is surrounding.
The winds of Hell, they blow through
Where they might entrap and confuse.
I engaged an emissary of Death
In the House of Wisdom-
Where the white sun is swallowed in the West.
I can't remember where your treasure's hidden.
I anxiously await,
Like a death with eyes wide open,
Like a death with one's dark side unsurpassed.
Fumbling for meaning,
I can't understand my mastermind-
Save me from a rubber mind.