On my hope i am floating.
As i venture into the unknown.
My parlance erupts my subtle translucent feelings.
I am disassociated of reality.
I know i need some more of this illusion to survive.

Forsaking every sin i live.
Denying my pain i grow.
At some point i will accept my fate,
but i will not wane or disappear.
I will challenge the creature divine.
My truth will be my anchor.
As i venture into the unknown.

I will skin you and wear you as a trophy.
Like a hunter high on his pride, ignorant of misdeeds.
False-Fake likewise are my words.
I don't know what are you made of?
And you don't know that i am unbreakable too.

But can i be killed of laughter?
Of my happiness on which i float?
Now my dialogue has ended and my parlance erupts void.
I must cease to exist now..............................

~R~