Hope thief

Awaking too a daily maze of a profound sanitarium I'm found. When last night's dreams demeans the hidden visions that I've seen of a Shangri-la lost at sea through each notion within me.

As Demonic torment is not important for the moment because I always was my only opponent as cursed I became famed through the flames as Demons echo a name the same as mine so I shine divine.

As my father gave no time to burden or bother so blow became the dope game to save me if hope faltered fate from the state I'm in may my long journey begin.

Many times philosophical rhymes sheltered me against pain yet I still remain in the dreams that I will through a life of gentle sin with a fifth of gin I forever ball and ever believing i'll never fall. My life I'm weaving is ever seeing the being I've become that is the lost child through the cycle I'm from.

As there's non fond memories beyond so reminiscence all if any seems small to all belief little seeds seeded to not succeed as all you need to heed is self belief and how to cope far from thus hope thief that I've become.