Nero

Can I have a nude of your mind?

Don’t worry, I don't break promises your heart can't handle.

The clock is ticking, getting closer to announce that I’m about to lose the war with myself.

Forged by correctitude’s weapons, disarmed by emotion’s laws.

Eventually, the paths of the mind cease to fulfill the hearts desires.

I’ve finally figured out that the flaws I hate are what being human means.

After all, the closest thing to demons are actually humans.

At the end of the day, the only problem I had to fix was myself.

I’m chasing an alarm to wake me from reality.

Sometimes my eyes betray what I truly perceive.

When I descend into the depths of my mind, the truth beneath my skin finally speaks.