The anger of the sea haunts me
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the confusion of the wind shreds my soul.
The pain, fear, my mind imprisoned,
my temple longing to explode.
Forever lost in my own dungeons,
eternally forsaken in my satanic hell.
Longing for the aroma of a sweet fantasy;
envisioned, the comfort that clothed my bodily cell.
Feel the waves hunger for the jewels in the sand,
and the blizzards need to roar.
The temples addiction to the melodious tune,
a drug to my dying soul.
Mind anticipates the magic flow over the keys,
the rhythm of the oscillating beat.
Bring euphoria my warrior so dear,
for the moment –the sensation of eternal peace.
Every time the petals fall off my dying rose
its sweet essence just dissolves.
I seek the knight in the music,
his presence –angelic, rapture seemingly evolves.