Does my own family see me a fool
To write or to die
Nothing I wouldn't give to have the title I've always dreamed
An author I am, despite the works on this silly app
Do the books I've written mean nothing in the eyes of the few
I'm not ready for my art to sail full bloom
I'm but only a child in the eyes of the law
Is the world ready to see me without flaw
My time shall come where the time pays off
Will my addictions stop me before I feel raw
Is the needles I use too much to hear
It's not only a crave, but merely a reality
Am I not enough
Or truly just right
Is my cockiness a burden
Or a reaction to karma
I've lived through hell
I've lived through death
Will I live through tomorrow
Will my art see the future
I know Daniel would cease to exist
Would his heart handle the pain of not yet
He screams to be seen, for he's dead on my seam
Would the world take him for all that he is
Amadeus cries in the dead of night
No lord came to save him, he found his own will
Achlys shouts, you're all that I need
Would the world find peace in their unraveling screams
The shadows speak to dead men in the dark
You will survive the absence of light
Wake up on the other side of night
Your life means more than simply the fright
Will Dobie cope with the masses never knowing his love
The sacrifices he made to live with his love
Giving up tomorrow to live for forever
Will they all drop like flies in the heat of undead
They all want their story to be told
Will the people have it the way it was written
Will my family take that I'm just barely enough
Should I give up on the dream that kept me afloat
I can't
I won't
It's all I'll ever have
To damaged to love
To broken to be loved
The art of literature is all I've ever known
I shall not pass up the idea of being seen
I have no need for money nor fame
I only wish to speak to the souls of the dearly hated
