Soul owned by two zones and broken homes.
Aftermath creating minds missing the mastery.
But oh the feat of each tragedy.
There’s glass on the exterior.
Mystery lies on the other side.
Intercepted and subjected to greater forces that behave respectively.
A test in me with a solution in your heart.
Floating around freely.
Accepting the daunting task.
Demons dying to outlive memories of your past.
Favoring the uncertainty of the balance of the night.
The womb is your palace with walls at your height.