A tiny flame of desire burns you inside
No, Not friction due to lack of space
but space in-between full of violent turmoil
your dreams are high and you are weak
You want to walk alone
Be there on the top alone but crave for slaves
slaves to hold same desires and puppets to your mood-swings
You shout them words and You cry alone
You scratch your brains out, your visions blurs you blind
you cannot want but to want just little warmth
but desires inside burns your inside
its not them , but just you inside