I focus my optics upon these blotches in the distance.
Beauty blossoms with no resistance.
Sunrise in the morning, light blue skies in an instance.
Cleansed my existence, washed it out and rinsed it.
Keeping my head held high with such persistence.
Trying to stretch my happiness to its limits.
I try not to listen when given permission from demons emissions.
I was on the edge of escaping but the spirits insisted on destroying my wishes with sickened precision.
I'll fight night after night until this fued is finished and tranquility has risen.
-By: Dayne Rohn -
