I float some where between this world and the last.
It truly is almost like standing in abyss srounded by bliss.
Then I chose to exist...
To suffer, and bear pain not my own but by blood and right I inherited a plight.
One that was a rift a soild tear that seemed at times lift me bear.
Left in a time snare.
One that seemed to be on repaeat till I came to be.
Now my lungs breath fire into my words.
And I see more power in...