I once used to fear change ,
now I am afraid it may never come.

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Today I burn,
Oh how I must,
From the flames ,
To the embers and ashes just.

Will they ask?
Will they know?
What you did and how did you earn?
The raging fire on the devil's skin,
Color, no color,
Kin, no kin.

I burn today,
As you burnt them all;
Echoing wails,
But their unwavering resolve;
On the stake, on the pyre,
They stood and gazed ,
At death in the eye,
Unfazed.
So, how could you not feel those souls,
Burning on and on and on,
Color no color,
Kin no kin,
Asphyxiating smoke of your sin.
My lungs are filled to the brim,
Sin of yours, kin of whom?

Put me on sale,
My coloured skin;
I have no name,
Just a fire within.

I have come to play, the games affixed,
Of those high-born ivory sins;
Play the wails today, my dear
On the bleeding violin.
Beat the tabor,
In a fervour loud;
Hear, hear, of the malfeasance,The monstrosity,
Of your beloved saffron hounds.

Silent embers have kept a watch,
Cracking in pace as they set a torch,
To lives , all lives that should've mattered,
Colour in what come they may ,
You leave them sanguine.

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Through the storm and the starry nights ,
Let me delve into the sea .
Side by side or consumed within ,
Let my soul be set free .

Let it caress me ,
Let it engulf me,
Let it drown me in;
Let me in the whirlpool dance away,
Let me find the yang to my yin.

Let it be my salvation,
Let it be my doom;
Let there be a tango of crashing waves,
A beautiful storm in this ballroom.

Let the sea take me to places,
Places I've never been,
Let it be an eternal voyage,
World in new light as I had never seen.

Let no anchor hold me down, no more,
Let me break these chains;
Let this be a new venture,
What's the fun in being just sane?

A breath of fresh air,
Yours and mine combined;
Despite the darkness looming over,
Shan't we find the light?
I wonder if it's time.

Where are you then, O Poseidon?
Here awaits your Amphritrite.
Let me set sail in faith this time,
O universe , let this sailor find its sea..
And sail to eternity...

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Years have gone by,
And I'm still lost;
Eons of pain,
on my skin now the scars lie embossed.

A garden in its tenebrosity,
Where nothing ever blooms;
An unfair glimpse of light,
Not to hold and gone too soon.

It is as if a Nogitsune resides on my shoulders,
Feeding off of my misery;
Everyday, it only gets bolder.

Will there ever be spring ?
Will the darkness ever lift?
Or will it utterly consume me,
For I've long forgotten to live.

Let them be saved from this vortex of eternal anguish.

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And I thought I'd be fine,
I thought it'd go away,
that raging storm.

But tell me , how do I slay my demons ,
when they carry my name, my face, my soul?

How do I bury my demons without falling into the pit of hellfire?

How do I let go without losing all hope and tenacity?

How do I stand without a spine?

How do I heal with the scars carved into the very depths of my being?

How do I go on when I stumble at every step?
bleeding feet on a bloodied path.

How do I breathe when being strangled by the voices and faces I see?
Hands extended, clawing away at me.

How do I get up again with shattered bones, and vacant eyes ?

How do I save myself?
Should I even try?

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Let me feel,
Let me feel it wild and true;
The utter bliss of soltitute.

Let me hear,
Let me hear it clear and free;
Nocturnal offerings of melodies,
As I dream in the remembrance of halcyon nights,
Many a moons ago,
And I ask for just one more.

Let me smile,
Let me smile wide and radiant,
Let the zephyr leave upon my cheek a cool kiss;
As I reflect upon the memories that have begun to wane,
The empty canvas that I wish to bepaint.

Let me revel in the magic of a simple summer night,
A few simple thoughts;
Let it calm the mayhem raging wild within me.

Let me heal,
Oh won't you let me breathe free?

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Ink runs dry,
So does my blood;
Shredded pieces of parchment,
Unfathomable shards of broken hope,

and the most excruciating was the fight I fought alone.

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What is life but a ballet?
To the caress of sweet melodies,
In gaiety I dance away.
Five, six, seven, eight
Five, six, seven, eight.

The high of happiness in moments like these,
The soft light steps and
delicate symphonies,
Mesmerizing.

But then I feel as if forever,
I only twirl,
A graceful ballet;
To this tyrant music in spirals I sway,
Melancholy.

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I fear you hope,
Oh darling sweet;
I fear your loss,
The world trembles beneath my feet.

I have you now,
But for how long I cannot prophecy;
Fate is to take a turn,
The end oh so nigh.

You are a strength,
Yet my vulnerability;
Would you prove to be fatal?
Or leave me in utter tranquillity?

I fear you hope,
Oh darling sweet;
You are my salvation, you let me heal,
Though I fear you'd be a mere childish dream.
Try as I might I cannot feel,
Anything but utter helplessness,
Driven to the brink of insanity.

I fear you hope, oh darling sweet,
Yet I hope, oh hope, that I have the strength to believe, in you.

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Today I stand quivering,
I have nowhere to go;
But who knows I'll find a way,
Maybe tomorrow.

This time, this day,
I fail to unriddle my puzzling self,
There isn't much I know;
But I may discover myself,
maybe tomorrow.

These days I stay blanketed in the dark,
hiding away my sorrow;
But someday I could be brave,
Maybe tomorrow.

I have no purpose, no path,
No Eidolon to go to;
But I might find one to pray,
Maybe tomorrow.

Often I consider giving up,
giving in to all my woes;
A weakling today,
But a warrior,
Maybe tomorrow.

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