Alone again, Like how it was before I was found, Before I could hear a sound.
My head has turned bleak. Slowly approaching my peak, I find it hard to find the words to speak.
And the shadows seep into my cracks by your command doubt and drought invade this fertile land as my world regresses in a state of chaos and loss and confusion with the fusion of hope and contempt to my ignorance and to your method.
You held me in your palm and hear my imperfect soul cry from across realms that shield me from the truth. I become sad... Am I mad for wanting better for myself, better than myself? Make me better for you.