I see nothing, I h3ar nothing,
But i taste my bittersweet hand that caressed this torn past life of mine.
Thus i dont want, i dont need,
and all i see is my clarity,
these blackness of a moonless night, I found myself
staring at vast loud scream of my head, Yelling.
I am free, free falling into me.
Yell my rebel yell, cry my battle cry.
And boomed it by shooting myself an andrenaline rush,
of confidence and self love,
That i needed most now.