Summoned into the world with an iron fist.
Summoned Into a world whelmed in mist.
The principle, it feels like I missed.

I always inferred the world was out to get me.
So...
I performed in a way the world wouldn't forget me.

Walking at a different altitude, on my journey of solitude.

I thought I was different.
I thought I was special.
So, I made a commitment with the devil.

The lands range a chilling distance, an icy terrain pursues with persistence.

Insanity whispers deep inside my mind.
Twisting the voices of the ones I hold as divine.
The words conveyed push me into the freezing cold.
I couldn't stand to hear the final blow.

An eclipse of moths infest the clouds.
Their grinding and crunching usurps even sound.

There isn't a normal setting in this world to find.
Of this fact, It constantly reminds.

Every single day.
Torn out from the pages.
Every single minute.
An inner war rages.
Empty spaces.
Rattled cages.
Masked faces.
...