A golden halo,
a dark abyss,
for he who sees the shadows,
may also see the light.
From the burning depths of hell,
may he also see the shining heavens.
There are no restrictions,
no bounds keeping one here,
here in the hollow nothingness of life.
For we can see all.
Yet we are to be so blinded
by the fires below,
and by the pure clarity of above.
We are blinded by belief.
For we shall never ascend unto the clouds,
nor fall through the ground.
This blank nothing is our home,
in which we shall forever stay.
Some are lucky enough
to see what the rest could never dream.
Lucky enough to see that halo,
to fall to an abyss.
Some are lucky enough to feel,
feel the burning of fire,
or the warmth of the shining light.
Some don’t need to believe,
maybe that’s why they always leave,
leave too early,
there is nothing left for them to see.