Spindle of Anima

Give me a shelter to interpret these feelings A locus where my brain could redeem the shackles of its echoes Domination of intrigues try to play on my guile I wish someone could fathom the grains of these ambiguities Pardon for the perplexity which occured beyond my capacity Half of my soul was hijacked by delusion Trapped by the dreams which yet ever attained Commute in the same rotation, my hope never sustained I owe too many words and drama Hey anima You let yourself churned in silence Your guts are not equal to the enthusiasm which soar Being a fiction hermit in my own kingdom Shall I amused by the potion of devil's words Seems like I take a journey on a ferris wheel or a spin on merry go round Which having the same tracks but serve a distinct point of view