Bathing in pure white light covered in shine
With midnight colored paint on black canvas
A being of flesh, writhing in pain from inside
Ripped from life nothing left but thought
Dream ending long before awakening
Sweating from invasive dream cycles
Here one was trapped by the night terrors
I stared at the sun, it could never blind me
Yet I saw could surely cause blindness
Forcing me now by choice to never see
For I saw a God broken, dying, crucified
If an eternal being dies, how can I live?
I am unworthy of my spark of life
Will I endure, will I be forgiven
