enigma.

Amidst all the chaos of the dwindling lights,

On a plateau of disorder, imagination ignites.

Much to be adored, the sleeper lies dormant,

Yet the mind of its keeper injects an informant.

One that exists upon both ends of the scale,

The positive and negatives elude the details.

To be faced with fears you cant comprehend,

Whilst all meaning, is fleeting,

your reality begins to bend.

Though the flow of detachment appears to be seamless and pure,

The experience of comfort amongst demons, you endure.

It is only when your consciousness awakens its revival,

That your perspective is thus, but a game of survival.