I have come curiously close to the end, though
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole
Defeated, I concede and move closer
I may find comfort here I may find peace within the emptiness How pitiful. And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and A million light reflections pass over me The source is bright and endless