Abigail Williams Ascension Sickness
Dark clouds cover the sky blocking the pale illusive moonlight.
A false feeling of protection from that
Which obscures the perception of reality.
But am I not ready to see beyond the matrix
And surrender to the magnificence
Of my own being and embrace immortality?
Cold water lands upon my face drowning my thoughts
And my flesh it does purify.
Tonight we roam in absolute darkness,
Guided only by the light within.
Radiating.
