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.