It’s a shameless form of escapism,
Astral projection to the worlds beyond.
Let me indulge in altruism,
And take your heavy, cursed crown.
Don’t bother with the prideful speeches,
I came for you from twinkling stars.
Your essence shrinks. My hand, it reaches,
Your hastily covered scars.
Your smirk indulges. I’m but a specter,
You see behind your tired gaze.
Allow to give your pain a vector,
And show your final resting place.