My spirit is like light, but the light only goes so far until it hits a precept. The precept is my soul. I know that I can soar higher. But still the precept is there. I created it. I know that I can open like a flower, and see the heavenly garden of gold.

But I cannot go there. And yet I want no sympathy. My eyes can see the boundless light beyond the abyss. But I cannot go there. The lurking curse that dwells inside of me.

Inside of me is infinite love that wants to reach out. But the black flame calls me from the murky shadows. And I have not the cure or the symptom. A prodigal son am I who returns to the blackness of night. With the watery poison that infects my mind. I shall finally succumb to the infinite dark.