I created a world to call my own
Because the one I live in is out of control
The one I reside in reviles my own soul
So I created a new one to call it my home
Inside it I didn't place myself a king
Instead I made me a being of control
No not a deity I made myself a foal
I gave myself wings to fly above all
And witness the things transpiring below
The price of my thoughts were taking a toll
Fulfilling my role was hard kind of goal
Above the creation I realised my flaw
The emotions and tension were needed after all
The dimensions of evil were seeded to grow
And the mentions of the seasons of hate were heard abroad
I descended to end and kill all this things
But my arrival was pending they ripped off my wings
They were senseless and dangerous they did while they sing
I was anxious and waiting to see what they did
I depended on answers and reason but these
These beings of my making they did this for me
They showed me that nothing is ever truly trusted
And the ones that do are never really lasted
So I lay on the ground with my wings aside casted
Naver able to fly again, my vision is rusted
The bubble of a world I created was busted
I lay alone, alone it was fun while it lasted.

;) Hi again, thanks for the read, let me know what you think about the poem