As if compelled peremptorily by shades since my primordial being.
I will not be insensible to the demons that seem to fraught my soul.
My life been congested, manifestly with unbridled treachery.
A young heart continually lacerated.
Eventually the arduous life that i unduly endured, let to my indiscretions,
as belligerent perpetual results is all i remember harking to.
A house of bedlam would one day lead to my avail.
Although i have only blundered infinitely it seem (in my eyes),
I know one day it'll take me to my apex,
when my resiliency i have obtained through my yearnings of comfort, peace, and ecstasy become rampant.
My adaptability in any circumstance will show my conspicuous strength and no longer will my loathsome demons follow.