Analysis of Metaphor? I hardly know her.

To the night, empty as fullness, of the void that I dream of

I see the blackness that I feel, in the night that I fear,

I feel the terror, that I inflict, on the innocent love within,

I taste the terror, that I so loved, on the eve of the party,

I smell the scent of your dreams, that had been slaughtered, as they escaped from your mouth,

I feel the joy, that I cannot express, at the beginning of a new era,

And yet, in this inky darkness, full of terror and dead dreams

I see the future, that we shall build, in the golden sunlight.