I plead my case, but none can see,
For the world is blindfolded by
Manipulation and tragedy, It
reeks of rotten core, that has
been dimmed to my soul.
Am I disaster in the queue,
Or perhaps a miracle, yet to break through?
A blessing in disguise, waiting to unfold.
I don't know, I don't know nothing,
I, myself am wrecked, blistered by adversity.
Void inhaled me, silenced my swallowed
echo, leaving me aghast, but why can't
I exhale my own thunderclaps, why?
Why can't I shatter the stillness,
And let my spirit fly?
~Syzy
