Detached from this reality and lost in the shine from the ornaments on the Christmas tree
Eyes glued to his screen seemingly
so that no-one see
His indifference to spirit and how restless his minds ocean be
But no-one notices like some Gift-wrapped oranges. A thought without thinking just given to him
Like they took a breath of relief seeing it as inclusion
Now he's disillusioned to the movement
feelin like no-one really knew him
Trying not to be a nuisance but this ain't nothing new since pain encoded in his blueprints.
Still not feeling quite at home then
Believe to be one the chosen, eyes bleed out embers still glowing
Born to rebel so middle fingers lifted to show em
See these pieces of this man already broken
Consequences end up resulting in tiptoeing over the shells don't break em reload em
About the Creator
The Lost Storyteller
Just a young warrior signified by the dreadlock my character class reflect the magic art of the warlock. A mind guarded more than fort Knox, I'm always on the move, so a slow day no I thought not and powered like a Duracell so I don't stop.
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