The Black Shell

I’m gonna go back into my black shell,
Into the void of darkness that covers the face of the deep,
Longing to hear the voice whisper, "Let there be light."
But there is no light.

I will cradle into my black shell,
Where the form of sound does not boom
Or the distress of sight does not focus.
My rusted stained walls of life.

I stretch out my black shell
And see the break of day
To know that I have a second chance
The joy of new breath that’s on the wind.

I dance in the newness of air
Into the canvas of eternal bliss
I begin to leave that void of hate and fear
And leave behind my black shell.

And leave behind my black shell.