Playing: Diamond Eyes by Deftones
Dead faces as I spin, around and around, troubling for clairvoyance through the vessels. An escape can be seen, but the mass of the masses blurs all distant light.
Afraid to lock eyes with all that are peering back. I know myself, and I don’t dare let them in. A fragile shell, with a golden soul. I peer past it all, and seek the light once more.
They parade with mindless motion, lost devotion, these dark silhouetted duplicates, all dancing to a song that keeps them in sequence—a song I can’t seem to hear as I flow with my own. An arrangement of shadows in this room, detached from their physical form. The remaining vessels pile into the unbreakable wall building itself around me. Suffocating and breaking me down—so much misery in a space with only me in company. I peer for the clearance. I let go and feel for the guidance.
There they are–those diamond eyes in the distance.
Surrendering to all motion and leaning into the formation. Absorbing their sorrow and confusion. To fight the dead proves a cowardly escape–I take the hand to this dance with the soulless. I have peered into similar eyes before, yet choose to feel from within their truth and tenderness. Beyond these eyes of no soul, two exist that will illuminate us all.
Diamond eyes, so precious and rare, shine into them the light–they despair. Your light I have seen and it has brought me life before. Dead faces with sealed eyes–they only know darkness as theirs have yet to be opened. These shadows crave a dance with their detached parts, a song played for the unbroken. Through the thick of the mass, pierce these masses, for they are helpless: the black on their souls is dense, and yearns purification. Diamond eyes, be with us here in this hollow of a place. I thank you–I lock my own and let you into this fragile shell, this golden soul. Like a candle in the darkness, I remain ignited.