How it has traveled beyond the dark
I am the light that leads to its' own end
Clothed in shadow
A dove it leaves
Speaking to me from behind my eyes
Not of my mind or brain do you whisper
Seeking solace
Masking as my soul
Cold , mechanical and sterile
We are but the vehicle
For the heartless thought
And yet we still listen
As it runs right through
As when those we despair
Quietly in our own
And never rust
I can not tell if you are there..
