I don't feel well.

Unexplained vision, instructions missing

held up by knees, tired of wishing

but turns out, I'm not very good at listening.

Looking for escape, is its own deadly mission.

Battle onward.

Scream as the sword slices the body

fall to knees as the blade withdraws

and witness the fragile physical laws.

Take a look to before the battle

to the morning prayer for the soul

getting dressed in the protective metal

a constant image in mind, to keep whole

a place to ever settle,

but for now to play a soldiers role

and if the end should come, grant a soldiers mettle

for on one's own, the demons are too many to wrestle.

Center of the world.

A room with no windows nor doors, just a slither of light

origin unknown,

Punched broken plaster, shield metal bars

stomped hole in the floor reveals a gargantuan height.

See knowledge of the light led to an internal fight

for how can an airtight container, contain the ability for sight?

Unless it was first molded around an end,
of the breathless nights.

Still Making space.

Can't stand, swift kicks while on the ground

came for the promise of a safe land

dead today, death tomorrow, life unfound

staff castrated an office stays unmanned

snake for wardens, invertebrates, to this prison I'm bound.