Spyral

Light will spiral
Finding pieces in this whole slow-motion plot

I’ll define time
By the arrangement of dynamic knots
Shriveled eyes

Feel the surrounding night-veil
Conquering the lies within my skin
Reaching out
Coming down

I feel it alive
The fire
The hindsight flowing
Breathing down my neck

Liquid lies
All boiling down to hate

I will hide from
This lucid dreaming inside-hope, all motion stops

Lest we fall down
Imprisoned in circles again
Clinging to the past

Long is the way
But time comes
Building inertia
Is breaking down the chains
Clarity ensues

Light will die

Leaving the linear times
Discard
And merge with it