When you stare down the blank cannon of confusement,
look blankly into the eyes of unknown and unforgiving pain,
shake at the sight of otherworldly emotions,
never losing faith.

Cornered into the pit of others despair,
feared for all you have undone,
cast outside for burning love so full.
of the wind and the trees,
and one last breath,
breathing lament into the sight of your faith.

A blackened mirror,
your sphere of negativity,
blasting onto others,
do unto them, as they do to nobody,
change step by step,
don't be afraid of faith,
or fearful of transparency.

Sometimes an open book,
can be read with eyes closed,
just as an open heart,
always beats in the dark,
the darkest of places,
finding faith.

And if you are ready,
steadfast,
glorious,
faithful,
your transparent soul wished to heaven.