Shackles of mental titanium bond my spirit

Corrupting and absorbing the passion and wit

Conflict of a war about me like it is not my fight

When it is my own destiny and fate that I do right

The mood so far from the fire in the core

Tearing the intuition till its blood and gore

And the urge to awaken out on vacation

Leaves me stranded, deluded and without a station

Buried deep is the little boy banging his hands

Gasping for conviction so that he can understand

How to go through the pressure and suffocation

And still be able to follow and fulfill his vocation

State now a cesspool of the dim, grim and numb

Supernova speed is moving at snail pace dumb

Fine wired acts blended well begin to crack

Things fall apart to the ground to shatter and smack

Regret shows the ugly nature that I entertain

Nostalgia an unnecessary nakama that I gain

Shutters my mind shut till it’s null and void

Strange data runs amok as I shift to an android

Little boy screams out and it all goes blank

Empire blueprint obsolete and losing rank

Yesterday a tortured demon raging on the loose

Leading jilted ghosts with a sadistic path to choose

Derelict mentalities in a wasteland design

Vibrations in wrong time as the stars misalign

Power and success lacing the phantomlike past

As far as the dynasty goes yet to end and last

Colourless skies tainted by the far and beyond

Still aching roots gripping deep in the bonds

Movement heard from the shadows close by

A little figure sinks into the dark with glowing eyes.