Where the sinister and divine clash,
The secrets, locked in an impenetrable chamber,
Day by day, night after night, coming back to greet you,
Whether shunned or welcomed,
Remembrance of the fond memories and forgetful fears.
The restriction of control,
Senses removed from the average day,
The loss of speech or voice,
Running a struggle,
But a secondary solution begins a whole new realm.
Common sense hasn’t an opinion,
Rather a game of chance,
Evolving into adventurous detail,
Creativity and complexity start to flow,
Fading to black without a fulfillable resolution.