it was a crusade of impulse.
in this battlefield called Life,
in between the war-cry
of love, identity and rage
these demons came flooding across
from the creek of opaque emotions.
it was a crusade of certainty.
i stood there almost like a ghost
in the midst of all this mayhem,
an unsettling truth within, as a eulogy,
was still waiting to be discerned,
vanquished by their bloody swords.
it was a crusade of existence.
and yet the demons cannot,
cannot ever conquer the acres of me
for i'm not just a single body of flesh.
i am a fragmented being, like ashes,
like stardust, like a million galaxies.