Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
To the host of hosts I gather the sands of wishes I get to fulfill in my lifetime
I lost all I hold dear but I'm still living in this world so blistered with toil and bitterness
To the host of hosts I blow away the strands of thread to ride with the winds of life
I grasp all I never wished for and all I wished I never would have to keep but I still need my breath and my time in this world so scathing in its lights to the point it boils
To the host of hosts I face the blinds leading to where I need to be but I turn away and instead march towards where I wanted to be until it razes my soul and I fall into hell
I learned a lesson after I clawed my way up the Devil's peak —don't dream of things or you won't get them as fate and fairness rarely hand out wishes to be fulfilled
I learned a lesson but it's another battle to be able to accept it So to the host of hosts I shed off the skin I wore for too long and labor to heal the scars and bruises I got for years and years before
I learned a lesson —don't dream because it will kill you when you have to let it go