orphaned mind, broken down inside. see through and resume your pace, however stark and trying. follow my lead, tonight we’ll swim upstream, then you’ll see. there are portals of possibilities. choose one and begone.
shed off that dastard skin, focus and master it. til your crawl becomes a walk. you’ll feel the pull of claws, but pay no mind, be strong. however deep they dig in. you’ve got to stave them off. draconic wasteful thoughts. got no place inside you now. pick up that blade and shield, those tools are yours to wield. now run and scour those fields.
‘neath the pallid moon we churn like enraged typhoons. harbingers of doom for all that dares intrude. prepared to hack and slay all hordes of brash dismay. yes, let them come in waves. their beating hearts will be torn away. such scorn ablaze...
rise up, kid. climb back in. raise your fist. realize you exist. take this chance, won't again manifest. us wraiths don't jest, let these here words attest to the truth, latent in you. you must see through, break free from dark cocoon. let it go. drift you with ebb and flow. no rushin' the induction. make a sound. let words leap from your mouth. show your distaste. make haste and rise. float up and over, now. spread wide those wings and roam, skybound. reach you the sun and shout for change as loud as your voice can convey. eviscerate mistakes and watch them dissipate in shards, and laugh.
feeble yearning, listless sway, steeples burning, misted flames. evil learning, shift and drain, people squirming, wrists in chains. we pull swerving, glitched and fray, twistin, churning, wish for rain. equal servings bliss and pain. bleak, no mercy, drift astray. breach this quirky witless state, seek a turning swift of page. brief unlearning cryptic fate, reach a surging styptic state. be the journey, lifting hate, secret spurning, dismissed, flayed. free them, hurry, win the game, flee then, scurry, mix with shade. we can surely fix mistakes, even twirlin' glypted canes. beams will purge this rifted scape, you'll be the first to witness change. reason herding distant shapes, seasons spurring, rigid pace. demons curse this livid place, so we must earn this quick escape.