Roaming a world of turmoil and chaos
Feeling the warmth of the flames
Lighting the torch that shows the way
Feeling nothing in my wake
I rule this realm
With its perilous spiked gates
I am the king
This darkness I embrace
Fear means nothing
It fails to bind my fate
I am the journey
These scares I embrace
Crossing further into the realm of the observer
The past in the dust of my wake
Conquer this world
for I am the one that can end
Like a swarm
Carrying me away
The world is held before me
In the hands of the awake
A trial of wonders
A feeling of pure....intoxication
I will gladly drown in this sea of tranquility
My bane, is the minds ever growing strain
The past and future, hold no strength
Holding oneself in chains to not break away
This bane will not be my mistake