SEVENFATE [Part 1]

Aphotic Cabalistic; Piceous
A solitary silence breaks through every corner we lie in.

Who are we?
None of us can be truly sure until we are there.

This is the realm of faeries.
Where I go when I've fallen into the existence of mania.
Where I lose sight of all but the glitter and the lust.

The bottom of the stairs,
they remain covered in my despair;
what you truly see of your life.  No sign of dreams,
just cold.  Cold frost, dead trees.
My blood is splashed along the walls in
zig-zag patterns and angsty poetry.

This is the entrance to the realm I step inside.
The entrance is my reality,
the stairway my escape.

You can see the stairs, they lead up to a rooftop.
Metallic; the steps.  Silver and shimmering at the corners.
They light up like a firefly at night.  You can see the sparkles from up close.
They lead up, up, up;
spiraling towards the depths of your mind.

My blood glows along the walls,
spilling out a warning to those who try to penetrate
my sanctuary.  It is not truly mine,
but for the time being I will allow it to keep out the undesired.

"The closer you get to the end,
the sooner you get to the axiom.
Just as you reach your death;
you've led yourself into your life.

Here, my end is my beginning.
My hate is my undoing;
reborn from the ashes
metamorphosis into my recreation."

Warnings go unnoticed when spoken in abstract analytics,
but it seems no one can find their way inside.
Angelic in little more than title;
there's no one else like me here.  The dark, the glowing stairs,
the dead trees and the snow;
it's mine alone.
My blood glows here.
Mine alone.