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I know this place, this place of infinite space.

Bound by my will,

Bound by my will,

By my will I'm :|

Before my will, time stands still.

In this place visages appear, internally they peer.

Looking on as I drift along, sleeping through the dawn.

The night soon drowns out the light and the inside space dissipates.

On the precipice of this place a stranger is awaiting me.

"My, what opportunity," he states. "A gift for thee, have I..."

Dropping into my hand, dark and pulsing, silently convulsing.

Creeping up from my mind, hearing voices shrouded in black.

Diving through the darkness, vision fading, fading from me.

Where am I going, I cannot feel a thing.

The world is then

The world is then split

Is split in two

With one part for

One part for each of

For each of mine

Two tales inter-

Two tales intertwined,

Tales converging

Bonds emerging

Chaos consuming

My whole mind

At the sinking cross road these journeys (will end) journeys will end (here), when two become one again.

The first path is a lonely path. Wandering, forever searching, endlessly reaching, desperately hoping for Solace? Comfort? Closure? Truth?

The second path is a blissful path.

I see many places pass me by, each a monument,

a standing epitaph devoid of sin.

Looking on as I drift along, sleeping through the dawn.

The night soon drowns out the light and the inside space dissipates.

The stranger sits gazing across the abyss, and with a sullen smile asks, "When did we ever exist?"