You enter and close the door behind you

Now show me the world as seen from the stars.

If only the lights would dim a little,

I'm wary of eyes upon my scars

politically correct statements
so learn to mute that microphone
for it is in solitude that fortitude is built
how fragile relationships are, i'm still learning
but i guess monsters best dwell in the dark
i'm not going to speak into the microphone yet
for i await the arrival of the angel
to lift this curse.

till then i ride on hanumad power.