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[Verse 1] Walking through the hallways, I keep my head low, Clutching tightly to my core the story I know; I dove into its pages so long ago, But without a friend with whom I could share the flow. For years I’ve tried, but no one could understand, For the way I talked differed from the one at hand, So there I sit in the last corner of the land, Drawing sketches in my pad, waiting for the day’s end. [Bridge] Alone I lay awake in the night, Cooped up inside the blankets that I held tight; Holding my lamp to the book propped up right, Bringing to the darkness a beacon of light, By the good witch— [Verse 2] After the ride home, I head over to my desk, Where my laptop sits above waiting faithfully at rest. I log in, and a hand rises from the ingress To pull me into the world that lifts up my spirits. I stop by a place to check if any fics updated Before posting a piece of fanart that I created; I watch as the followers that I’ve accumulated Shower me with comments and likes that I

We carve the glyphs to hold the guards at bay; We settle down in our camp and pray— O Titan, can you spare us To live another day And let us live in our wild ways? We pass the piles of burning tomes, The likes of kin now beset in stone; What sins have we committed To render us your foe, To take offense to how we roam? He lured us in with false beliefs, Deceived us all with tainted peace, For Belos is no savior, But a tyrant with twisted dreams; Our ignorance forced us to leave. We’d tell you more, but we cannot stay, For the sentries have scouted out our cay; O Titan, can you spare us To live another day And let us live out our wild ways!

[Verse 1] As I thrust open the doors to your sacrosanct halls, The light behind casts my form onto the floor and walls, Draining out the colours from my skin, shawl, and sleeves, Reminding me of its emptiness and how I want to leave. Fourteen years I lived in your confinement of a home, Where you showered me with riches but never made me feel whole; In exchange for your vain love I had to fall onto your line, Stripping me of my dimensions, turning me into a Blight. But then she came into my world— Through her gateway of sunshine, With her spells of dye, She cast a light into my void; I saw the complexions outside of my plane, I remembered the hues that once rushed through my face, Now I realise the truth, how all the colours you covered me in are fake— This prism feels more like a prison by the day! [Bridge] You can take away the friends that I grew and held so dear, You can take away your kindness and replace it all with fear, You can take away my facets of dimensionality, But