As I revel in my despair, in which I find no solemn peace or tranquility,
Fate decides to humor my existence, casting a line in full reach.
Fully aware I can't grip, or at least, aware of my fear of failing.
Insulting my decrypting mind in the form of a Phoenix.
Flying East from the West, with chains on its backs, blinded by blissful ignorance.
Only to crash into flames, shattering the illusion, to loosen its chains.
Rebirthing from the ashes in the land of my younger years.
Knowing very well I can't standby and watch.
You dare presume I will escape my confinements?
To open my box like she did in the past?
Releasing what was condemned most into their own Inferno.
I condemn you, Daughters of Nyx, my thread shall not be intertwined with the
Essence of Elpis.
I beseech you to undo your work, for I am not worthy of such cruelty.
Why must I be the one to endure this unannounced torment?
My despair is my Elysium, for it is all I ever known to be true and just.
Forever keeping me from what is true pain.
Yet I know I come begging behind, for I can sense my own soul yearning.
The last of which lingered in the box had escaped and has engulfed my being.
The essence of which Zeus himself laughs at while it tears me inside.
Dare I say, can I finally grip the line and pull myself out? I fear that I finally Hope...
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
As I revel in my despair, in which I find no solemn peace or tranquility,
Fate decides to humor my existence, casting a line in full reach.
Fully aware I can't grip, or at least, aware of my fear of failing.
Insulting my decrypting mind in the form of a Phoenix.
Flying East from the West, with chains on its backs, blinded by blissful ignorance.
Only to crash into flames, shattering the illusion, to loosen its chains.
Rebirthing from the ashes in the land of my younger years.
Knowing very well I can't standby and watch.
You dare presume I will escape my confinements?
To open my box like she did in the past?
Releasing what was condemned most into their own Inferno.
I condemn you, Daughters of Nyx, my thread shall not be intertwined with the
Essence of Elpis.
I beseech you to undo your work, for I am not worthy of such cruelty.
Why must I be the one to endure this unannounced torment?
My despair is my Elysium, for it is all I ever known to be true and just.
Forever keeping me from what is true pain.
Yet I know I come begging behind, for I can sense my own soul yearning.
The last of which lingered in the box had escaped and has engulfed my being.
The essence of which Zeus himself laughs at while it tears me inside.
Dare I say, can I finally grip the line and pull myself out? I fear that I finally Hope...
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