they saw my talent, they expected more
so they peeled my skin off a bit to have more
but they were never satisfied
so they did it again to have more
until I don't recognize myself
they called me as a monster
with skin peeled, hideous wasn't it?
what's more do you need from me,
until I'm nothing but ashes.
In the end of time of the golden glow,
An exhausted expression written on my face,
After a while of hardship earn by an embrace of a soothing worth.
As the flowing grace from the northern skies of evening,
Enters the wooden door of my home,
Prepare a warm refreshment to remember
A new morning of better flow of the rain.
—ravenwynn
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