Entitled to self-Freedom

I'm a culprit of my own aberrant thoughts
Dancing in the mirror with a hallow spirit as the reflection
Still I parade enterprise this void that keeps me absentia from the ablazing tyrant
A tyrant walking evil with integrity
My hearts got an abysmal currency, there's no value trading it for adequate escapetance
Away from the disconnected blurred visions of death
Away in favor of jeopardy coming my way
In distance way from steeming pain, fueling rage.
In mental cuddle sheets with a bleeding speech of exile
In an oceanic depth of sorrow, I'm still an empty vessel whilst pouring Melancholy into an empty bottle of buried agony.


With two parts of a broken soul segment
I pattern down a garment meant to camouflage away the enveloped pain.
Transparent as the pale paper is, I see through a a foggy microscope the details of tears being dried to a damasked color of Black.
Where's home to run to? when the only home I've ever known was the one I can't run to.

The non-tangible existence of a domain mind spread crucifly across islands of scattered knowledge, of books being sealed content from the public eye.
Still I strive with a rotted shovel that buried muted descendants
To a disco-globe in a vary of ad-finitum history's of
Colour based murder, paletting the narrow path further til
It reaches extracted destinations.
Setting your freedom at gamble of it being taken away.
Heroes fall once more in the afterlifes time interval.
A generational curse put to motion
To grovel corpse's to their last spiritual ablation.

Recognize the system that's voluntarily shifting the system within our own skin
At battle with the heart, that's at war with the soul, two distinctive relatives in an instinct of recycled traumas.

Freedom is a word misinterpreted for land coverage of which our feet can expand to, not by the width in which our eye's are fully enlightened to see more that the naked eye.