"you wake up every day to realize that nothing has changed,
so you walk in this lonely road just to find pain.
the sorrow of a lost love, the hope from what's above"
The Battle of an Illusionist
Darkness arose upon your light,
take another bow and prepare to fight.
What can a man do when his feeling is true?
To feel such hate to feel so cruel.
The questions that I've ask: can this be done?
In order to win you'll have to lose some.
I looked toward the distance, I stood up tall and still.
My heart's beating in a fast-paced, so rapidly; so peril.
a moment was captured by the light's reflection that shine,
flashed by my images, flashed in a thin red line.
Anger: so abruptly has I become
the feeling so corruptly towards just one.
I fell back for just a moment, and took a deep breath;
the breath of distress that left my body: felt accomplished in health.
I feel so much better now than 30 seconds ago,
my life is to precious to be in sorrow.
I took this time to realize all my affliction thoughts.
A restless fight, the fight that I have fought.
