Certain I was amongst the chosen lost
I watched myself slowly dwindle
Where gates stood open, I the threshold crossed
With a witheld breath in pain and ecstacy

I felt the blood throb to death until
I heard distant voices wishing to console
I saw demons watchful and angels blind
Assenting yet resigned

What my recollections stole
Is a past unwritten
What my recollections stole
Is words unspoken

When the light withdrew I no more suffered
For in the dazzling dark my spirit stirred
But still I questioned
For my inward sight still knew the senses
And the senses tracks
Is there an answer for this solid quest

Certain I was among the chosen lost

Where the light is buried my darkness lingers,
In the dazzling dark my spirit stirred
By my witheld breath I wilt never return
Assenting yet resigned

What my recollections stole
Is a past unwritten
What my recollections stole
Is words unspoken