Analysis of Twisted Spaces

After fighting my way through the atmospherical genocides
and the catacombs of time's twister laughter
Have I found a divine taste of wine
that for so long so many have sought after
A taste, though sweeter with age
surely wouldn't sweeten in it's eternity
Yet so pure is the cure, bittersweet
infinitely... indefinitely... internally.

Cherish that chariot brought forth
whether blessing or plague
In you, bestowed many lives
a realization so so vague
You are to me as water is to life
Emotio, Spiritia, Sexua, Meta... physically...
you are to all, to one another
Though yet, still, happiness... as well as misery
Yes... you are...Memory