Dragon through the wake, catch me if you can,
Faster than a bullet train, made by the hands of man,
Caught in the fury of the fiery fiend,
Left by the people who dream of being free,
Walked on by the feet which mean so much to me,
Shot through the barrel of death's despondency,
Slashed by the knives of delicate treachery,
Poisoned and cursed with gruesome lechery,
Slandered by the lips of the world,

Infinite turbine,
Churn this heart of mine,
Spin my mind too fast,
Let vulnerabilities surface past
The inhibitors of truth,
Those barriers from my youth,
Erected by respected shame
Only to bring on selfish blame

Broken mirror finale,
Woes and moans rally,
Droughts of love crowd loudly,
Unexpected.