A Living Death

A sourceless light
That contours your gaze
And illuminates your path
It is the energy of life,
The primal dawn of hope
That drives our intentions
And gives us life.

Bricks of fear and death
Are mortared by impassible distances,
And a wall is built within you.
Shaped by the very life you adore...

As the dawn comes calling
A tumour is born in the soul...