Vulnerable

Racking, wrecking, breaking.

 Ain't work properly, ain't no point all.

Instead of making succeed potions, you put lotions.

Thought of indifference swallow your pride.

But what pride do you still own?

In the deep hollow, you search for the light.

In truth, you are lurking the archway.

Walking no where but 

you verily point to something instead of nothing.

Halt. Summon the courage.

Draw the string using your feeble strength magic.

Opaque lines are formed, see that?

Pull--

Don't stop. Mastermind. 

Only you see it, only you can pull it.

Pull yourself from cataclysmic.

You know it all too well.