A "True" Peace?...

I wandered begotten alone through the twilight reaches...
Gazing upon the spiral of the martyr of my mind...
Drifting downwards, gathering crimson soul-bound leeches...
Dark beauty binds the ways of the twilight kind...

Broken air drawn through cracked lips...
Vengeful salt burns the ancient rips...

Glance at the trail of thoughts before...
The Seekers stalking on wasteland floor...
Crest the rise of the shadow swept plain...
Fearing the tortures of her heaven again...

The silent zephyr thunders through my rampart of resolve...
Gathers me up, drops me upon the brook's edge...
The verdant moss laces into my shattered soul, evolve...
The deep glade soothes my mind, renewing hedge...

Whispers from the valley beyond...
Draws nearer, entrancing song...

Granting the gifts of radiant night...
Removing threads of previous sight...
I will fall once more into the nirvana door...
As her arms crystallize my soul's core...