A Test of Faith

The world reign,

A drop of fear.

I’ve already be tighten with a handcuff,

By a little girl.

The handcuff full of suffer

And merely pleasure.

Merely pleasure in my fear,

It seems like a deeply lure,

To a world of my dearest dear.

While the night is young,

I awake from my consciousness

An awakener fills with darkness,

And intense fearfulness.

The handcuff is tight,

I tend to strive open with my might,

After few time I tried,

The handcuff is still in my sight.

Some time later I understood,

This is a handcuff of prosecute,

To a profound level of where love stood,

Which I once curiously look.

Now I wish the handcuff to be always tight,

Because the key was always hide.

I hope whom the handcuff prosecute is always the right,

So that my fear may cease,

And also my fright.

The world reign, a bit of fear, a test of faith, a love of real.