The art of being powerful,
Something I was born with
Painting the shadows dull
The blood is vivid.
Turn everything to gold
That is the power you hold
Burn everything that you touch
At one point, it’ll feel like too much.
The point where you can’t touch the one you love
The point where words just aren’t enough
The point where your own veins burn up.
Author: Ananyaa Mihir