I envision the endless night closing in With tears glimmering in each of my eyes, With shadows of dark growing from within Where slowly the sickness spreads like flies, Filling my head with noises and pain, With sentiments I never wanted to claim. I envision the eager struggle of light and dark, While bright shimmering stars seem to pale out of sight First flourishing colours cease in a spark, When shadows so small appear to gain height, Blinding my senses and taking my will, Crumbling on knees, while my spirits reel. I envision despair and fright consuming my soul Struggling with fear for the victorious part, Stunned, and mute, emotions grow foul, Leaving a blackness within my cold heart, Thus my decision in life slowly clears, With the emptiness ceasing all fears. Yet have I envisioned the tormenting path? The agonizing steps so final, towards the light? Have I yet envisioned the hopes of a love? The curing, and warmth, a comforting guide? Surely did I not envision the last traces of mine, Nor the warmth-spreading, joyful gladness so fine. But is it too late, to stop my descending, Too far beyond reason, to bright up my mind? I need to begin, the ill-omens defending, I need to look up, for my shelter to find, Thus I envision the ending of my last path, But end in envision of a dream from above.