Old writes, Drafts and a lot of Experimentation.

01. Second Chance.

Second Chance.

Rebel cleaving it's way in head.

Hope enduring, on a forlorn thread.

A new born blaze, summoned by angst.

Provocative anxiousness for, change;

with my life I'm estranged.

Darkened demeanour, demented thoughts,

self-deprecating nature is what fate brought.

Abraded hope in abortive actions,

cogitating possibilities and reactions.

Occasional remedies losing it's content,

cessation to continuance with inner consent.

Anticipation of azure is rather delirious,

making these binds appear, nefarious.

Luscious notes that render wings,

to this astonishing sensation I need to cling.

is it the path I need to embrace?

Will I be triumphant in this race?

Will my tunes render soul's in trance?

Hope this goodbye is my second chance.