there is no high point to this piece, all is down as darkness falls... insignificant yet my innate luminiscence trickles dimly in the blackness beneath my flesh, my rubies glistening feebly upon its warmth... momentary the pain is, a weak attempt to conceal the heaviness in my being... that which shall last be it light or dark for an eternity of which i cannot estimate the length... sorrow stains my flesh, purple against my pale existence... significant it is such a deep gash into my hollow shell... yet tis misplaced that this crimson remedy should flow from within where i am empty and cold, barren to the torrid nature that exists as a vessel for my loneliness, transportation of this internal conflict my being posesses... torn and broken, restrained by the darkness of my heart, my voice lingers transparently in the air trapped within this prison... soul screams for resolution, no salvation volunteers to lie my spirit in its casket, should it know not release....