Published at August 16, 2007
in poetry.
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I wished, I wanted and daydreamed
For the pains and sins to be redeemed
I wished, I wanted for a day of peace
For the reigns and chains to be released
She made me glee; she set me free
She let out everything inside of me
She is the reason I’m so real
A touch of her makes all my wounds heal
So I’m thanking her when thanks are due
For she’s a dream that did come true
Was it me who found her? or was it she that found me?
Honestly, I’d care less now for now we’re ’We’
On the 16th of August, 2007
My inferno
Sometimes I feel I’ve reached the lowest level possible. To me, that is a place vacant of all light, surrounded by nothing but roaring thunders, bellowing winds and infuriated waves, all sparked off by the wrath of the Gods Themselves.
There … not a living soul will save you
There … freedom is forbidden
There … the cruel being that you are vanishes
There … you’re emancipated only when you’re restored to the absolute infernal form
That’s what I jotted down exactly 10 years ago.
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