To feel the emptiness,

A cold dark room

And hollowed life.

They all still scream to us,

They all still call our names.

To glide in lights stream

Calling a name,

A single sound.

Traveling in luminous oceans

We fall into a broken state.

We have the same frail voice inside our heads,

A quickened sense of sight

And a whole in the hand where the blood still flows.

This corrupt flesh still breathes.

We are broken from the path

Torn to see this broken world.

Scrap the walls of an imperfect room

We were once born in.

Search the floor

To find the past

And claim the future.

The Book Of Ascension                                                                   Section 65