Sometimes I feel like a soul tossed in the void.
Lost and destroyed, and annoyed at the cost to avoid

This fake fate
I raise the template, to awake the quake.
I make mistakes, but I learn and apply to break the hate.

I search inwards,
Not to the side.
In my mind,
I know there cannot be two skies,
So i collide with the tide, to fight the divide.

A war with fractions,
I light the core with matches,
Release and hope it catches.
Drop knowledge and then disappear before it hatches.

Know that which rules you,
Has been purged from mine eye.
I stir stars from Elysium,
To lift me into the sky.

Empty thoughts, like shadows, spawn neglect and inability
Verbal hostilities
In the wake of a fight for morality