Within The Cave

Depraved from lightness,
shall await in the numb,
for warmth on my fingers,
for a line to be sung.

Shattering in my blood,
surfaces the unknown,
the obscured hooded reaper,
gently riddles to my soul.

Question the interludial cards,
dream your hope, your faith,
liberate your caged raven
behind the mask I shall wait.

The revelation sworms inside,
a perplexing potion for pain,
disengaging thoughts of morality,
for a touch that keeps you sane.