Nothing triggers him anymore
Drowning in the ocean,
Ocean of his own blood,
Saviorless,
He didn't lose,
Instead,
Made friends with the demons,
Out in the open, nobody knows
Who his friends are,
Consecrating his life to himself,
In the lab inside,
He found a cave to his orenda,
Shredding skins and those who do so,
Looking like an afreet,
With no loved one to greet,
Under the ocean,
A step away from the stars,
He understood,
Nobody comes for help
In the end,
Its
Every man for himself.
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