Through non-terror my soul seemingly passes,
A brutal view through non faded glasses.
I glean and gleam and scar
No! Once again I am filled with fright.
The fright that once brought life to me,
I now bring to death with security.
All over once again-
I am now different from all of them.
Through confusing tones this is told,
Though nothing new, but a legend of old.
I cannot give up on such a worked on frame,
For thoughts like these cannot stay tame.
With my very soul I go and breed,
These lines of infamous tyranny.
A ripped canvas, a shredded mind-
A glorious unfolding of my world in time.
A farewell to all that may fade,
I now stand as a silent renegade!