In the Demons’ Cave

I ain't a bird in a cage
Nor I'm a saffron sage.
I may be a demon hidden inside
That craves the serene sun-side.

Free those demons and I fly
Drench them in cries and they wry.
Their nerves of fire break
Ooze out those shivers and they shake.

Blood isn't what they crave
For no sacred water would render them human
Blood- is it the water that thickens with shreds
Those shreds of passion it embeds.

Cuts and wounds never ease through
For it isn't the purgation that ceases, though.

Oh..those demons, they just see the fall
No, they don't cry
For they are the benumbed caws
They just see above
Sky is what they cannot see
Birds, is what they don't
They just see the air and gulp it down.

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