Beyond the valley of battered dreams,
And the pulse inside, ripping at its seams,
Stitched together by thread so thin,
Upon the wounds of agony and sin,
In the valley of battered dreams,
Shattered hopes, and relentless screams,
The mental torment of what should be,
Like a river boat that’s lost at sea,
In a place where it doesn’t belong,
Treading water, holding on,
Fearing loss and gripping to control,
The reapers coming too clench to my soul,
With flaws so apparent, and a body that’s worn,
The mental battle has yet to be scorn,
In the reckoning, the shadow reveals,
All the hopes and dreams it steals,
From our minds with jaded imagery,
Left in the in the valley of battered dreams,
Not everything is as it seems,
Feeling frail and left for dead,
There’s really more, that can be said,
For the mental defiance within your soul,
Is only one route to go,
Upon your arrival within a thought,
Forget everything, you have been taught.
Feel the fire within your chest,
Beating deeply, with little rest,
Channeling your desires, your hopes and salvation,
This will be your new creation,
Another path, that has yet to be walked,
Keeping your demons forever locked.
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