So you've become a cloud of sparks
Or a stagnant well of dark
In a searing rupture
Love is gone
And everyone around you is just prattling on
This is an invitation to dismemberment
Of the body that constitutes your mind
The psychic skin
These neural limbs become seeds
Cast to the wind
And it's gonna hurt worse first
This is an invitation to the the wandering
Of the labyrinth that lies below your self
The Towering halls
The narrow crawls
You'll need to be big
You'll need to be small
And it's gonna hurt worse first
This is an invitation to make things interesting
To dig the boredom, ecstasy and fear
To swim over the teeth of these gnarled beasts
Who swarm the floor of this glorious reef
And it's gonna hurt worse first
This is an invitation to love
In this callous mutilated world
To send it out
To send it within
To burst into flames and begin again
And again and again and again
And then
One day there'll be a lighthouse
Beacon on the hill, a search party crying out
Pull you back to some normalcy
Whatever that means, but this wasn't just a dream
You'll find you've been opened wide
There's enough room inside
For the love and pain
For the pain and love