Coming To a Circle

Deserted for a chance to redeem my burning hands, alone in foreign lands that promise evil in advance. For if we seek the source of this irony and force, we may find we're not lost in fact, we may find we're the cause. Impacted by afflictions and convinced we are the victims, we complete a broken vision and decide with indecision. We dream what we are not when awake; we're conscience thoughts, but the difference will be lost in all the dreams that we forgot. We fear the in between of our reality and dreams, we all are born to bleed into a void we haven't seen. Take humility over purpose, take depth over surface, take the stage over curtains, and take my life before it worsens. Take away my burning hands for this is what was planned, life brings death to foreign lands which conquers evil in advance.