• > In a world where silence speaks louder than words, and peace often hides a storm, this poem dives into the chaos within — where fire walks, oceans whisper secrets, and freedom lies beyond the purge. It’s a portrait of a soul unafraid to burn, to question, and to rise from the wreckage with a wink and a storm in the veins.

I smile, I wink — a shadow on the sea,
A kingdom I burned beneath these waves... maybe it’s the purge, not me.
I wish I could tell you of the ego we share,
Of the ache that lingers in every tear.

I called the girl who never cared,
The storm that once wiped away my fears.
A silence now waits for change —
But it's just me, sipping wine, tasting strange.

It's the season of autumn leaves, making the day seem brighter,
I'm seated under the tree known as Darksider.
The blue ocean in my eyes craves a tsunami through the night,
Is it me who dimmed the sunlight?

Will this sky ever hear my scream? Will these stars fulfill my wish?
Ask me, sky — why do I dream?
Thunderstorms — they keep me alive within.

I walk the path of my own fire,
It's burning — don’t come closer, it devours like a liar.
This is chaos — my wink to the charm of the sea,
My dance upon stormy shores — I just want to be free.

So go on — dare to stop me.
I’ll show you the purge behind this fake peace.