The Turning
A child casting his spells
He needs to win, he needs me to quell
The self-control that must now resist
The need for her, the need to exist
A world of lust breaking my mind
My heart would die to follow design
The scars alone could chart this abyss
But now alone, defining why to exist
A room of self reflecting my pain
To stand alone and resist all their games
Although it’s said this can not be truth
This sense of self is defining the proof
A universe within my dreams
Connecting life and counting the seeds
Reflecting stars reminding my soul
The seeds I count will be more able to grow
The shadows calling my name
The more I see, the more that it pains
The universe lighting my eyes
The more I see, the more that I find
And so I dream between dark and light
The answers come and patience ignites
The narrow path waiting for truth
The dark exists, this light is the proof
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