Ailing To Breathe

It was once suggested to ail a deep breath

Away from all Tartary and treachery

And I took one till the patchwork over my ardor was sewn to closure

And my conviction was drawn to reverie

They buried my happiness under the trenches and oceans

But thankfully, they forgot to bury my power

Thus, now I’ve woken from the desolations you led me to

So- start counting your life now in hours

 Today I mean my words

And I’m flooding back to avenge my tears

And the day when I will reach you, you scoundrel

Your end- I reassure, will be near

 It will be the day when my creed in you will wipeout

And my adhere towards you won’t ever be seen

When I’ll shatter your verve under my foot

And be the most powerful as I’ve ever been…