My mind is the site where perennially your thought oscillates.
In this enigmatic world,
You're my favourite mystes.
It's a world where the roots of lies outgrows
And the substantial truth lurks in the shadows
False beliefs are becoming an Orthodox.
To survive the swords of treachery and hoax
You need to fight a tenacious battle
Or else, let the chains of mockery rattle.
By being a part of these wars
I've acquired many concealed scars
As the dices of the fate rolled
The raging heat of my fire
Has slowly turned cold.
My soul is getting submerged into a melancholic tone
And now I'm tired of fighting alone.
In this vague darkness where I'm losing all my hope,
You're the brilliant flame and my only means to cope.
What I've lost in the battle,
I need to reacquire
And you're the only one who can light my fire.
