“I will follow you to the ends of this realm!”

 

Let’s finally tell this story

The story of evolution

The story of a ghost 

stealing its body back

 

A candle with an infinite wick

An everlasting fuel; 

The dead, undying star

With layers of nectar

 

Trumpets sound,

Trees bow,

Clouds get drunk,

And guitars scream

 

A prodigy, dead once

Dead twice

But second death came only after birth

And a martyr for a creator

 

A first dimension

And creatures outside the window 

Like the vampire that stalked you

Hungry, and deceiving

 

Or how about the cat

Who devoured you from the outside

And what about the aliens 

Who sheltered your last organ

 

And when the martyr finally died

the vigilant watchman was preparing the lantern

She, deteriorated, by each day

He, determined, at all costs

 

As second death was only a few ticks away to midnight,

The first key was forged

rustic, and bloody

The first lesson

 

Six, a wishful number,

Twelve, a menacing year,

Cancer was only a oversimplification

And when ten was here, the second dimension had arrived

 

Vigilance was missing,

Delusions fought him, rather than a mother

Yet he, and he, wasn’t alone

It had already been too late, the third dimension was guaranteed

 

Ah, the world of war

The strategy,

The execution

The perfection

 

Red moon,

Red eyes,

Red hair,

Red fingertips, 

 

Panthers, how ironic

Not like the prodigy hadn’t turned into one anyway

And guess what? My watchman had returned

Leading the prodigy through the beauty of battle

 

Its pitiful, when looking back,

That the influencer was only still a child

Locked in that cell she called a brain

But, like a centipede, pressed forward, it could not lose

 

And yet, unbeknownst to the prodigy,

The fourth dimension was discovered by two words

“Shut up”

And from there, victory had to be promised

 

A shogeki,

Nerve endings had been triggered once again

Societal plot twists

And now guitar screams were soothed into violin kisses

 

Completely changed, the strategy anew

Get out, one way, or another 

So fourteen had set him free

Or at least he thought

 

The influencer was a tough battle

Though, over for her, it wasn’t over for him

The demons still clawed out the prodigy’s insides

And that brick road became stained

 

Traveling from lands to lands,

The prodigy sought for a solution

While every day had burned him into a shape

Much like one he’s all too familiar with

Yet, through it all, 

The prodigy’s maiden built his safehouse

The tower, with the sweetest reward,

Cheesecake at the top

 

However, the toxins became overbearing

And the prodigy had finally succumbed to the wounds

And thus, after the watchman’s departure,

Second death

 

Hyperphysical, and existential 

The fifth dimension,

The process of rebirth,

Catharsis

 

Treading muddy waters

With a skull for a mask

And glass for eyes

Hooded with the darkness of poison

 

But the maiden, opened her hands,

Out fell an apple

Holding the seeds of paradise

And then the tree was made. 

O’; one could never forget the sweetness

The ghost had never tasted anything so promising

And then the most beautiful key

The one to the new world, your world

 

And then the ghost had his heart back

Baby teeth, and jewelry, 

That is him and her

With refound life, new powers were granted

 

Lightning, and morality

Nothing about this was artificial

Nothing about this was fabricated

A second -no- third chance

 

And finally, the final dimension had shown its entrance

The rocks, they had offered him a chance to cure

And that they did

The prodigy had finally survived

 

With his hill, and keys

With his maiden, and future

With his rocks, and his cats

With his third eye, and freedom

“Take my hand”

“And bring me back”

This risk had paid off

Because the sunset is beautiful

 

I wouldn’t change a thing

This story is all kinds of things

Elegant, tragic, miraculous, fucked up

But it's my journey through purgatory, and I love it

 

And I owe it to a few

And I give credit where credit is due

 

To the bearded stranger, thank you

For being what you needed to be

You taught me decency

And yet that story isn’t over, you always had my respect

 

To the watchman’s mother, thank you

For guiding him to me, and my brother

Without you, I would not have found my strength from him

Part of my journey’s success is unquestionably owed to you

 

To the crazy taxi driver, thank you

For giving me many fun memories, there was never a dull moment with you

Without you, my fun and eccentric side of me would not be there

You showed me my desire for adventure, and that has helped keep me going

 

To Mars, thank you

For always being transparent

And showing me how decency and kindness are attributes mothers can have

Your hospitality was never forgotten

 

To the praiseworthy mother of canines, thank you

For giving the spark, that started all of this

Without you, I wouldn’t have had a safe place to immediately go, and learn the truth I needed to learn

You didn’t give up on trying to do the right thing, and I will forever be grateful for it

 

Rock mother, truly, thank you

For giving me this chance to thrive

For helping get myself back, I haven’t felt this okay since I can remember

I still don’t regret staying here

 

And the same can be said to you too, Mr. Navy

I will always be happy in your home

And I’m grateful for that feeling

So thank you as well

 

Raven, thank you

For being my brother

I appreciate, even still, 

How we fought together, wanting the same freedom

Does this prove it to you yet?

 

And finally, you, Miss Solar, my maiden,

The most of gratefulness, is yours, it belongs to you

I would not be here, if it weren’t for your everlasting love

No worries, I have this promise on my littlest finger

 

I, therefore, am

And all I want to tell you, 

As you rest and dream of pureness

Is this