Haunted by light,
Caressed by dark,
Consumed by desire,
To make my mark,
I sleep in a coffin,
Kept above the ground,
Devil follows me,
Angels too come around,
Like a flightless bird,
Always looking at the sky,
I’m sitting in water,
But cursed to stay dry.
My wings are futile,
But I heard a sound,
That maybe if I run too fast,
I can rise up the ground,
Wind through my feathers,
Not touching the earth,
Even if it’s for a moment,
It will be worth!
My Mind's Journal 