O' LONE WARRIOR

[Cybernatic]

O' lone warrior,
There is one last war you have to fight,
Not against the world,
But yourself,
And your demons,
That dwell deep within,
This delicate mind of yours,
I see the chink in your armour,
And so do they,
Why not take it off,
And let the scorching sun,
Burn your skin until it does so no more,
Let the cool breeze,
Brush against your skin,
See the world,
With colors ever so bright,
And maybe,
Just maybe O' lone warrior,
You might come to love the world you so hate,

Just a little something I wrote.

[Cybernatic]

@simron-persaud what? I thought you knew? I think I told in gc today. Idk but thxx

[simron quinn]

@Cybernatic woahhhhh u do poem how come u didnt tell me