Artwork by: Alex Grey
Reminiscing in the darkest alleys under fictitious fortresses
I see the light... but only when my eyes are closed
The colors, the colors... all of the lights
Stuck in my mind... all of the nights
Do the social creatures know a bliss such as this?
Or is it dependent on inconsistent affirmation?
Or perhaps their bliss is pure
Intertwined spirits obeying the intent of the gods