Though I may be caught by the silhoutte of the view

Bodies found like air, but mind given to few

Mind given only when soul doth breathe true

How different fate would ping if this then I knew

Instead I lust in the hallows and for this

I am lost

Give care like coins and paid the cost

But for those I kept oh so close

Still took and took till they've overdosed

Luckily, though, still I stand

For now free am I from their controlling hands

The theme unknown, yet still I grow...

...old of the ticks of love and soul

Alas, I write of this in heightened intellegence

But still I wake without the jist of it

For though I follow and though i hound

I await the day my queen is crowned

Await the day I'm found.