Spirit of the Light
In your detox bed;
Insanity still plaques your head.
There’s a void in side
You want to fill;
But for now you’re just getting vitamin pills.
Close your eyes,
Look into to the dark.
Place a sign there: “feel free to park”
The magic of life
Is in the unseen;
So hidden is the path to a lack of strife.
Broadcast your thoughts,
Tell of your void in thee.
Make sure to say its rent free.
Still eyes closed look for light;
You’ll find it I’m sure.
It’s just been hidden; waiting for you to open the door.
Beckon it close to thee,
And whisper with you inner voice.
“Please fill me, make me free.”
On a welcome invite,
Become filled with inner light;
So that void in your stomach no longer feels tight.
Welcome to the realm of the spirit of the light,
Who will hold your sword when you need to fight;
Who will vanquish your enemy before he can smite
This is the spirit of the light.
Your new tenant in the void where you hunger most.
Your partner in the disease that blights.
God bless the light,
The spirit of the light;
The eternal one some never seeks, but instead takes flight.
Leaving them with an empty void,
Just how the disease likes.
So I beseech you,
Look in the dark;
For the spirit of the light.
©James Walford 2013