Casting Shadow/ShinyNickle

The shadow finially seperates from the host

Left standing alone an individual mind rises

Questioning its own emotional thought

Now the light shines over his eyes

So far this young man can see

I dream of reaching oceans

And cented lit air

I myself reach inword towards my soul

I hide from the light

It burns the pale and fragile skin of the unholy

Little by little the Tortus will pop his head out

Takes a look around at what he sees

A short breath to cleanse the lungs

And a stretch for more comfort

Lonely I creep back in

From where I hide

Left alone

Will a thought

Of salvation coming

stumble my way