Ill omen, condemning conscious, constantly haunts, cunningly taunts, using devices to devise vices in place of a constructive crisis.

Only preparing to even add negativity against my odds, imagination spills over to reality. Shadows whisper, failure is at your feet. I like to imagine more, like the shore at the beach, telling me to explore, higher than the sky is the highest I can reach.

Pierce your doubts, Who will hear your shouts, among screaming crowds

As I stay Dreaming in the clouds, my sour escape, because really, I find a certain comfort in chaos, 

It is the negative,

pushing the peace to new degrees

Like the honey and sting from bees

Discordant, like clashing titans

Underworld firefighters putting fires out

in the assembling veins of our world.