Bowing to the shadow of my terrifying past.
Surrendering to the ghosts of my flaws that left me drowning in a pool of floods.
Thy karma dethroned me from the self inflicted ivory tower buried in my mind.
Spiteful rage took me to deadly altitudes to rip my spine.
And left my dreams stone dead under roaring clouds.
Sorrow pours pours as I try to annihilate the terrain that brought forth dark fate.
Wicked winds made me weak in front of my rivals eyes to shame my name.
And to boast about holding me hostage in the mental grave.
All I do is rotate around the axis of nightmares.
Victimised by consequences of strongholds that one rendered my heart.
Strongholds that persuaded me to chase the forbidden fruit