Friday, April 15, 2016

Awakened Soul

Been flying down like a Quill in the dark somewhere,
living in the despair, in the despair of concealed Saviour.

Despite being hurt often, something is left there in me,
something which tickles me to gaze for Utopia.

Not always I have felt vulnerable to the feelings,
but the tiredness of my heartbeats looming on my face,

And I am on constant hunt of a shelter.
all I need is to hide myself into the Ecstasy around.

My bolted soul is knocking hard inside to emerge,
I'm holding it firm as the Demon out is set to embrace it.

I have conquered the dark and know there is no fringe exist,
Smirking now, as I perceived I wasn't the first, I won't be the last.

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