Do you know that burning sensation inside you like a python twirling inside... You wanna escape and fly but some pull pulls you inside...and you feel stuck to the root deep into earth you collide. More you try to breath, more the dream kills you by.
So you pick up an axe. Try to cut that chord by. For the energy is too huge for you to handle right. But the power overpowers. It keeps you from moving. It makes you so high.
There aghast you lie in the centre
Of earth in air below the sky
On and on the cycle goes
You revolve in round
You are alive
You are ghost
The pull keeps pulling
You feel melted
You live the frost.
So you pick up an axe. Try to cut that chord by. For the energy is too huge for you to handle right. But the power overpowers. It keeps you from moving. It makes you so high.
There aghast you lie in the centre
Of earth in air below the sky
On and on the cycle goes
You revolve in round
You are alive
You are ghost
The pull keeps pulling
You feel melted
You live the frost.
Written by - Mystical Wanderer
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