Act I: The Twin Edged Black

(Nigredo)

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I wear darkness

as armour.

As statement.

As bright colors

to the snake—

an invitation

to ruin.

Yet,

like all,

I yearn

for more:

connection,

understanding,

meaning

in the blazing light

of the real—

a salve

for the bloodied heart.

I’ve lost myself

in the Black,

meandering

through reaches

where memory fractures

like funhouse glass,

reflecting

a past

I’d burn

to forget.

An uncertain future—

pitfalls hidden,

sharpened

with each

earnest step.

Regret

clouds the rungs

of the ladder out.

Still,

I climb.

Still—

I fall.

Still—

I wait.

Doubt—compelled.

Pain—worn as sovereignty,

a throne

for weakness.

Here,

in the safety of the Deep,

the Cold,

Quiet Black

A satin wrapping—

armoured,

but forgotten.

This twin-edged Black,

to rend the soul.

Connection.

—

Solitude.

The scales always balance—

always

against me.