Swollowed by Night

Driven by infection, of the creation of you, from came the darkness of my discretion's.
Swept by wind from the stricken dim, I cannot sin, for you I will begin.
Give the want; I’m sunk by desires swamp, in which you made to make me numb, from the bad of hand.
I’m a slave, in the cave, which you gave, in pleasure; I will live there forever.
These roots stand grounded, with out, divided, lost in oceans, storms clouded, stranded.

Swallowed by night, given back to light, from the night, given flight, to seek the life of right….

Dark waters feed your soul, Give me night, I give you light, and we are now equal, one whole, eternal.
Thorns, like knives, born divided lives, Jump in the end of deep, no more we weep.
Your darkness, sensuous, like the brightness; Setting free, the demon within, into reality.
Early madness fills the sky, it feels no lie, fusions, look towards, they sigh, A thousand years; we die.
Falling, crippling, driving the earth from the depth, you cannot devour what’s lit within.

Swallowed by night, given back to light, from the night, given flight, to seek the right of life….

No use in fighting, ill give the torches of lighting, to shake free the burning of evil wording.
This course of life, is no sacrifice, you pay no price for its torment is a power enticed.
Death fills the sky, like blurry eyes of tears, for once was clear and fair; we will now stare at life no longer there.
But trust in the dark as do the light, for we will fight, as death comes, our soul shine light; the balance is in sight.
Your gripping, waiting, for what within is coming, to end it seems, it is but only a beginning.

Swallowed by night, given back to light, from the night, given flight, to seek the life of right….

For you I will be, for you I will see, set the free within, you hold the power of us, come, be one with me.
Tugging, reaching, for what is good and bad, all has been, all will be, we will survive, the truth you’ll see.
Give me your darkness, then be painless, you live for me, the new, ill eat what’s left of this sickness.
My light will take it all, the dark will fall, the balance once again within us, we bare only a heartbeat, three in all.
Now you see, why the fight in me, for your dark & my light, together we had won a right, to be a balanced light in your night.

Swallowed by night, given back to light, from the night, given flight, to seek the right of life…

I would do all needed, in all that was wrong to be part of you, to see it through, to be the dark for you.
So you may be me, the bright I see, to set you free, the good and bad equal, now one whole, balanced, eternal.

Tarachin © 2009