I’ve finally come back to you, again

Lost in transition

This seemingly motionless wave,

All there is, is this enchanting-like frequency,

and I am left a coward to the beat of symphonic drums.

Moving tirelessly, constant blackout.

A fixture possessed towards animation of the coward mind, in which one and one is the obsolete of two, and everything is sown shut by a skull.

Preparation only taught me sustenance,

and in turn, I starved the well.