As I witness the cycle to where darkness decays
subjectively viciously,
In the light of things, float on,
I view the rays
dawning upon me, radiantly, I cover my eyes,
from the supposed fire that lies, within the burning sky,
blinding me, I'm left to ask, if I'm okay
well, well, well, well... I say I'm not actually sure of the path way,
shadows end their jesting and their tour,
apart from daybreaks as it procures, art, as I slip into my own accord
cracks on the ground into the seams, the pit shades wither and fade away
I look at my hands, and notice the state of change
shouting I'm wide awake, at night by how I made my mistakes,
recklessly driving down dark roads without the brakes,
cut, please stop...yes.... I need an escape,
guardian angels fight against demonic traits,
I'm here, now what's my fate, I glance to the sky, and contemplate
where the dark went, stars scrape the dying twinkle,
the moment dies, when daybreaks I realize when sunrise
hits my eyes
I breathe thee inside
and feel energized voltage electrified
alive the dew mists as the fog cold dries