Another way home

Take my hand and let's take that shortcut home, take my hand and let's walk down that road with the cracked pavements and broken streetlights, let's breathe the calmness, it won't last long.
Let the darkness shine our path.
Let me show you a darkness so beautiful, a black so bright, it'll hurt so good.
Let me take you to a place where there is no line between pleasure and pain, where they are one and the same.
The deeper the cut, the wetter the tear, the wider the smile.
Take my hand and let me take you to where the smile always follows the tear.
Let me open your eyes and show you a pain so vivid. Let me take you somewhere where the light doesn't blind you anymore, where the sensation is so intense it'll make you numb to all these lesser feelings.
Let me take you deeper, to a place where you embrace the fear, let the hurt flow through you, let the darkness open your eyes to colours you've never seen before.
Feel the rush, being wrong never felt so right, being bad never felt so good, and in that silence, that loud bellowing silence with drum beat of your heart giving way to the rising choir of your thoughts, then... Then in that darkness you will see... There in that silence you will hear that deafening faint whisper... do you hear it? That's you... that's your voice... what does it say? ... maybe then you'll finally know... really know... know you.
Give up everything, let go, fall, I don't promise I will catch, I won't have to, you won't want me to... fly, the bounce is that high.
Now I will say that line... that cheesiest of phrases... free your mind... you've chased the light so long, watching it dissipate through your fingers every time you try to catch it as if it was smoke... maybe now you see, that may be you should chase something more tangible, something that won't slip between your fingers.
Deeper now, take a deep breath, breath in before the plunge. Ready?
Just a little further and you're there, lost in the eternalness of that fading moment, it'll pass, it'll pass, all things must pass. It'll pass giving way to the birth of a new cycle, a new moment, from the top. The infinite repetitions, there you shall live, between every inhale and every exhale, between every rise and every fall, only the turbulence is constant, only the moment is constant.
Every exhale is a touch of death, every inhale is a breath of resurrection.