In the wild, your bedazzled cornea will be more astonished than it is. Stripes of yellows, white and brown with quaintest furs will sprout on thy pupils. Dear, am referring to the tiger that is living in you. It roars like the sound of bells around the abandoned church under Saint's authority. The claws it wears all through aiepathy lengthen your moira's clarity. Draws blueth in a strawberry moon but highlights the scars you used to hide under that triggered long sleeves.

Come on, run as fast as you can.
Go on, chase the eldritch town.
Roam woolgathering.
Dreamy imagining.
Hear the wildness in you,
Shout it all, be fearless.

Come on, run as fast as you can.
Go on, chase the eldritch town.
And if they begin to stop your adventure
Then show them that...
You are not a kitten anymore,
The audacious and boldness,
Gone the soft-hearted to great-hearted
Be your own tiger.
Dear, be free from the forest,
Look for yourself like a tiger who rules its universe.


© SadVerity