Unbeknownst to the chosen
What has been chosen is already gone
Unbeknownst to the gone
What has been gone is already unchosen
What I didn't know
What I haven't known
What I gave away
Turnt into wasted
Like a tapestry among my skin
Deteriorated
What I didn't know
What I haven't known
What I have casually spoken,
Like fingertips around my neck chocking
Countless are the heartbeats I skipped
The tunes among the heartache I screamed
Unbeknownst to me
What has been written from the heart
It's already been broken
Beneath castles of my complacency
What has been among tales of the nook
Knocking me out off me
Out off the nest of my cadency
Eviction notes to the soul
Lost in highways to hell
Drowned in burns
Lost in flaming squall
Now echoes of me
Strangling the life out of me
The life out of me
Screaming
"Why me ?"
"Why me ?"
"Why always me ?"
Now unbeknownst to me
That the joy in me
Feeling wary
That the happy in me
Preparing himself
To being buried
If you're reading this
My first name is the revelator from a pen
My last name is the revelator of a man
A perpetrator With a quill
Writing and rewriting my final will
My quest is my vessel, an excalibur
But it's getting lonelier, to the loneliest color
