• Not a day goes by that I feel it,
    Not a moment in time that I see it,
    As all I've become is useless precedence,
    There is no future in faltered suffering.

    Day and night finds me trapped inside,
    Something more sentimental,
    As changing again would make,
    All that I am more ascension,
    Yet seriousness be left to be fought,
    All that I will become is fake,
    frought.

    I am not as most wish to see,
    More than the eye can see,
    But the world sees me as the worst,
    As I hold myself in the deepest regard,
    They throw the coldest ice,
    The hottest fire,
    The quickest lightning,
    And the flustered earth in my path.

    I may continue to fight,
    Question the path,
    As I walk as the pathfinder,
    This world be full of the tempest,
    My soul be stronger with quick-silver,
    My mind be iron-willed,
    My skin be inpenetrable,
    My heart be as quick-witted.

    The world be hard,
    As my knowledge is as fortified,
    My heart is turning to stone,
    And my mind turn blood-thirsty,
    My known mercy will die,
    And I will become what I am not.

    This as warning,
    Build before you destroy,
    Draw yourself before you erase others,
    And think as someone else before you judge.