Fingertips drip down my arm like wax, I tried to keep it easy for perception, but in my mean dream, it was these things that couldn’t be seen. To hinder my pattern of speech, to correct my manner wasn’t for you to seek, for I am shadowed by the moonlight, bathed in the sonic boom of the soundwave that flew at me, no matter whose point of view.
I should have run, but I’ve no way to escape that bloodshot glare. Skipping over the rooftops, I can feel the wax drop, it’s hot like summer skies, pooling at my feet, this wasn’t what my mind pictured before me, hence my stuttered speech, it kept me buried in this nest, always searching for a place to jump.
Happiness was always hard to find, like a bullet from my creator, I was my soul creative master, I was just stuck in an organic blunder, I couldn’t help but shudder. The horses are running, because the sky was broken, like dark waves it washes over my shore, preventing me the last time to fight, I’m left bathed in this shallow light.
See the sun, saw the moon, see the wind crash over the waves. See the rain, saw the storm, heard the voice, wasn’t my own. Saw the sea envelop me, felt the sand, flood around me, as I sink, away from sight, fragmented light washes over me. Am I free? Because I feel like me. Am I worthy? My vision is free. Forever I am the dream of my own creation.
The days go on, but for how long? I heard a song, that made me feel this illusion, daylight dreaming is what I’ve been conceiving. I find my feet, I have the will, I know my options, I fight to kill. I know my worth, I feel no pain, I shudder at the thought of deep dismay, hence my disillusioned forte, I shall never feel the fray. I am the soldier of good fortune, I soldier forward, far from this disorganised portrayal, that I am somehow destined to fail.
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