Fairytale in the Land of Hyper Prophets

The land where darkness reigns
The atmosphere breaths passion
Poets and prophets are deafening
Powerful eyes are staring

I hardly recognised before
My hoping captor
Now those inhibitions are gone
Stockholm syndrome holds

As I detach myself
From the manic attractions
I find it hard to contemplate
My true meaning to my meaning of life

Splitting hyper life lessons
Are all that I can hear
The population copy and move violently
To me this is set aside

This land full of soul and heat
Is as black as night
Without my starlight
It’s as black as death

I can only hope that
My unaware liberator will return
Bringing all their power and life
And inject it into me