Gone are the invisible shackles,
No way I can give up.
I escaped the turmoil of chaos,
Even when the lightning struck.

I closed my eyes and peered to the sky,
Saw an obsidian sphere masked by shards of destiny.
I released my inner sustenance,
And descended to the halls of Persephone.

Trapped behind the fourth wall,
But the sweet sound of symphony sustains silent stability.
I see vividly,
But I cannot comprehend the breadth of my ability.

Escape, from the grind, I seek the twisted third mind.
All around I see the blind, so I retreat from the bind.

I seek solace, here I find truth, amongst the calling.
Fragments of pressure released, spring forth, the stars falling.

This is it,
No more wait,
What once was fate, dreams that were only visualized,
Fleshed from hate and the inner gate, now materialized.

I seek astral vision,
Look inwards, to contemplate fission,
I’m on a mission, to bend mend and extend cognition.