Saturday, May 23, 2015

Spindle of Anima


Give me a shelter to interpret these feelings
A locus where my brain could redeem the shackles of its echoes
Domination of intrigues try to play on my guile
I wish someone could fathom the grains of these ambiguities

Pardon for the perplexity which occured beyond my capacity
Half of my soul was hijacked by delusion
Trapped by the dreams which yet ever attained
Commute in the same rotation, my hope never sustained

I owe too many words and drama
Hey anima
You let yourself churned in silence
Your guts are not equal to the enthusiasm which soar

Being a fiction hermit in my own kingdom
Shall I amused by the potion of devil's words
Seems like I take a journey on a ferris wheel or a spin on merry go round
Which having the same tracks but serve a distinct point of view

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