Tunnels of Vision

I hear the languages of south
As a dark angel accepts me
Under her wings
With dry skin and soft eyes
I head into oblivion
Through this tunnel of light
My heart appears new and unaccessible
In divine blood
I lived without victory until now
But right here in the milky light
Among monsters I thrive
I’m dying in joy
It’s pure violence in my mind
When I take account of the past
I am handsome in my death, really beautiful
Soothed by my departing soul
Shifting away I don’t care
As it is no longer mine
I have a vision and now
I step on to the bridge to learn
The horrendous wisdom of life