Fictional lies, have thee crossed into my colloquial reality,  why; I beg posing as if it was you who coerced me to these cuffs,
Waves of despair and ominous character break into my soul-
It is this the harvest, a fertile soil, take me away it is my season-
Falling into an abyss is the norm, there is no control;
My compass points north, I've woken up from this dream- this fire has been extinguished;
It is fictional, I've got more for which to Live