Fistful Life
Fistful Life
In the fist lies the power;
To break it down,
Or to make it up.
It shares the mystery
That is known to fate
But never disclosed to humanity.
When the snow melts,
And the night comes
The demons crawl up the floor.
Preaching the vulnerability
I headed to the closure
That is always sought.
Running away from all the chaos,
The demons clenched me
In the withered night.
Tormenting throughout,
The darkness;
Was a jist to what reality looks like.
When the morning came,
I was holding upon my cries
Calling upon the ritual that never dies.
With the bright morning,
I realized the power within me
In spite of the dull reality.
But now it was time
To flip the meaning
And re-construct the opportunity.