peak

discipline is hard af

the wind here

is sharper

a wail in determination

and your skin is lit

there are nymphs and imps

swimming around

each for each

free to pick

easy to reel them in

but the wind is sharp at the peak of strength

each step is leading me closer to my enemy and to my death

 

but then i walk down to cross the river

 

akin grinning faces

lacing tight my heart

pulling at all sides

but do i suffocate?

am dead man walking

and i already hear the old scytheman’s knocking

you're all crawling stalking a man on his feet

 

now i know where you are

the view has betrayed and spilled out where you leech out

demon i'm coming for you