When the early dawn seemed blazing, I glimpsed out of the window,
and the entirety embossed like a blight.
The demons in my creed kept staring,
At the tear in my smile like a stubborn parasite.
I yearn to shed the outfit of stress, wish to don a cactus dress,
Like the shining armor of a ferocious knight.
A crowd is noisy, so desert my mess,
I am a lone warrior to embark upon this fight.
The rampant chaos is my melody I cherish,
The anguish is the moon of my dark night.
When all the sufferings once will perish,
My languid spirit will endure in bright.
The rain of my ancient memories will downpour,
With the beat of the drums, I’ll march ahead for my war.
