How to Fly in Blackness

Is it ever Dawn up here?
like my mind, it’s never clear
Where Consciousness ends and Sedition begins
On alien lands, alone I wander
In these heights, I feel serene
My will UNTAINED in ecstasy
In the thick fog that unfolds, I shine and faint
On this tightrope I walk on, I shine and faint
This Private Hell, my prized possession
Adapting My guilt In a Monstrous Collection
My Ark Of Illusions, was it shattered soon?
Our Brilliant Potential now Dust In Books
I’d rather fly in blackness now
Than begging for a bloody crown
Like a father’s own smile
The Devil’s dressed in Glowing White
In the thick fog that unfolds, I shine and faint
On this tightrope I walk on, I shine and faint