the archives from batch no. 823

My Foe (From the Archives)

I was a mystery for a long time
Climbing the highest counterfeit vine
I play video games at nighttime
Just to waste my remaining sunshine

I was caged and the keys were on my pants
Sighed as I shut the lingering lamp
I was hanging my arms by the window
Waiting to be saved by a sweet crescendo

It's so hilarious, I'm going furious
I cannot do the things I wanted to
The shadow whispers "You have cancers"
And then I died at night thinking

I was selfish, never the highest
I turned my phone on, be the alter ego
Glance in the mirror I saw the terror
There goes my foe standing in front of me