Sick Spirit
Nebulas in space like islands on the sea
Their beauty
Mesmerizing, majestic
Spellbinding fantastic
I wish to control my destiny
The problem is that to control destiny
I would have to control every destiny
And someone who controls all destinies I don’t wish to be
I want something different to give me bliss
Something that that of more spellbinding beauty is
Rather than hit the soul like a typhoon
I demand the light of life to shine on me from dark side of the moon
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2016
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