Primitive graven image

Wandering through the wood

Primitive graven image
Wandering through the wood
All trace of colour stripped
By the veil of darkness
Vivid shades of black and grey
Create a deadly atmosphere

The ferocious flame torch
Burns on into the night
A passionate soul
In the depths of nothingness
There is comfort and beauty here
An infinite plane
Seems to be in reach

What is humanity
What is civilisation
Is it nothing

A finite shell
Of futile mortality
In these depths of black and white
I am free

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