My imagination completely controls me, and forever feeds the fire that burns with dark desire in my heart by bringing me the best dreams. I've always had a wild imagination, a big heart and a tortured soul so I feel that dark fantasy, love and horror are in my blood.
They all say black is devilish. But my soul started to attain its shade. A shade, the commons try to push off. A shade, which has rejections than acceptance. Everyone walks towards the light. Very few step ahead to undress the wrapped darkness. The fear, the confusion, the obsession for this, kept all out its reach. Fight for reaching the light is mass walk. But when that shade captivate ones own soul. The rejection from the radiating ones when no more earns a worth. When the darker shade engulfs the soul; then touching oneself grows difficult with each passing day. When the night sky becomes a companion to merge the darkness of the night with the soul.
But unlike the critics, this black shade adds a depth. The same depth which all crave to interest, to claim intelligence. The black offers dimension.The light lovers' taunts loose its worth. When maintaining silence take a step.
The touch of black moulds an aura.
Thats when I claim to possess a darker soul, a black desire. And emerge out as a bold persona. To fight each day, bolder grew I.
Stronger as a Shade Of Black.