The Lighthouse

The old keeper found his light and it possessed him, taking his sanity, taking his life, leaving him with a false feeling of some kind of completeness. The light is seductive and it lures you in a never ending circle of lustful emotions. To own, to own, and to lose it in the end, as you kept it away because of the fear of losing it and for it to be taken away from you. The horror of not only you being the one who can feel the light. It burns you and burns you, what you desire is your death. What is your possession, becomes your possessor - the keeper of your soul and the performer of your distorted reality. Chaos and contrast - the main accents. Deep and dark, raging sea and the light tender marmoris. The seagulls, feeling the lost and doomed, wanting the rotten flesh, becoming the vultures of the sea, eating what's left and what will always remain in The End.