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 Burning my desires.

I wait for an ecstatic experience.

To shatter me, break me and then rejuvenate me.

Coz there is nothing worth living for.

People might think I'm delirious.

Nothing really excites me anymore.

My curiosity is withering as my world collapses

I'm quite used to it now.

But my longing still prevails.

Where this futility would evade.

The smoke rises as it blinds me.

To see the beauty that it encompasses.

It's misleading me to fall into the deep.

Where I could find my ultimate peace.

But with a bitter taste of smoke I leave.

Repenting on all my mistakes and misdeeds.

Just to find myself in another world.

Where all my thoughts and emotions flood.

Submerging me into it's deep sea.

I try to find my ecstasy.

Something which is deep and exclusive to me.

Finding it I breathe again.

I try to tame my hunger for vain.

But to my surprise it over pours.

Bringing fertility and prosperity to every drought.

Riding the waves from the slippery slopes.

I finally reach the shore.

Coming out as a lion I lead and roar.




















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