The Blank Slate
It’s almost too late.
To get away from this place.
You won’t let me refuse this.
As if, you’re just for my amusement.
I play my cards.
As I dream for a restart.
But I’m not like the others.
Due to the fact that I’m not a bag of broken parts.
And the last thing I’ll ever allow.
Is let myself fall apart.
Never allow myself to fall apart.
I may not know my name.
But I’m going to make it and break it any ways.
I don’t play the foolish games.
Because life is not all about.
More so pain.
I’m just diamond yet unseen in the sky.
I’ll hold tight.
It’s not much of a life.
We are living.
But no one takes it’s given.
I’ll try to convince myself stay.
I’ll stay standing in the light.
If it can’t be found.
I’ll stand my ground.
Even when there are phantom, demon and monster all around.
Above, bellow, or on their own.
I’ll keep trying to get to my throne.
Even if I walk alone.
On my own.