A spark that stirs my heart,
A flicker that conjures hope for a better day.
I never stray,
With absolute determination
My inner turmoil is what I slay.

Must produce.
Living a stage life, I face strife, n much abuse,
To compromise I refuse so I deflect the obtuse.

Pierced with anxiety,
Adorned on a crown of thorns,
Impeached by society,
Blossoming towards greatness,
A dream that contrasts with reality.

Will I arrive alive?
Eyes on the prize,
On my destination.
Will I survive n thrive?
When I reach my salvation.
Can I strive to fight the contrived amongst the frustration?

Or will I give up?
Release hope,
N drown in a cup.
Will I stand up?
Or live on my knees?
N stay down when I'm struck.
On the ground when your stuck,

You must look towards the sky.
Even though we're born to die,
There’s always a way to defy

A tense future.
A future tense, I use in my defense,
No pretense.
I use my sixth sense to fence the dense.

How to explain this essence that fogs my mind,
It's like I'm always held down despite when I strive to climb.

As soon as I wake up it hits me, the fear to adhere.
Struggling to search for answers in the final frontier.

Deep in the depths,
Rambling, lost in everglades.
Stargazing, but trapped inside the palisades.
Stuck searching,
For a bright light that never fades.
Surrounded by blades, black spades, and clever shades,
I sever pain,

And reach, the interior.
It shows that you're inferior when you're fixated on hysteria.

I rise above.
Ignore your self,
Your core will shelf.
I explore myself, to get more or else,

To be brainlocked,
Like sheep blighted, doomed to live inert.
Brain alert, third mind open, can't revert,

To living the false life, of the beguiled,
Close my eyes, turn my dial, and flood my mind just like the Nile.
Must make my dreams fertile and spit out this black bile.

Staring into a void that’s black,
What was once destroyed is back,

To haunt me,
To look me in my eyes, n taunt me.
No actions, just words, and no it don't daunt me.

If desolation didn't dull my mind, or slow my grind,
I have hope for mankind to find that which is undefined.
The venetian blind,

Obscuring the truth behind the haze.
Live a false life, and in time you'll find ya days,
Lost in the abyss, go ahead if you don't mind the blaze.

Or the regret,
Nothing worse than lament, no remorse.
On a contingent course searching for the source.

Lost in the rapture.
Stuck in my mind, trying to capture,

What was once part of me but now has been lost to me,
It's gotta be.
The only thing that’s costin me my harmony.

So hard to focus when the illumination is all you see.
Never to hide from the darkness,
No apologies.
No more monotony,
I sell my place in the herd,
And wonder what it's costing me.

I press forward, expand, and raise the pitch.
Examine the many methods and ways in which,
My days will switch.
Will I go crazed or rich?
Amazed at this,
Livin in a world with satanists,
Rapists and psychopaths,
Why does this phase exist?

Or has the taint been present
Since the dawn of conception?
Pondering the seed spawn sent for reception.

How can one deny
That which lies within?
Pondering the web of lies
In the den of sin.