Go do something or be someone, these words erupt power
My bloodied flesh grieves, I take time to weather like a flower
Like an injured bird, they mock my pain by plucking my feathers
I'm fallen on the ground, my body in pain, whimpers

The moon comes out looking serene in white
In the pitch darkness, it shines its aura so bright
My fears, they dance rhythmically in the night
My damaged being, shutting down slowly, unwilling to fight

Tormented by my...