Sincerely closed eyes, open to a corrupted world
Once upon a dream,
here,
Where the shouts of the Gods can be heard..
What God of yours is he, that preaches with innocent blood?
Digging the souls of many,
Not under guilt, but under mud..
To follow the unfaithful,
with faith of no return
To teach those doomed minds a lesson,
A lesson they mustn't learn
Inconsiderate of the tears,
those eyes you've left dry
Following a false conviction,
Muted by a silent sigh..
And what is it that has been left unsaid to change a delusional will
An inner monster,
Devouring those shallow minds.
Convincing them to ****
When every burning bomb, leaves a million word unspoken,
And not a word of those can fix what has been broken
No glass breaks without a scatter, and no eye tears dry
No pen writes free of ink, and no clouds travel in a non-existent sky
And then I reconsider all the seconds I let go
For I thought for every second, there was a million yet to blow
I did not know any better, for the world left no other will,
It's either you **** them believers, or believe it you will be killed
Death awaits you certainly for those victims await us still...
A pray after the other to witness those killers dead,
And this dream continues to appear
Not in my world but in my head..
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
Stuck,
Uncertain whether in the beginning or the end
But does it matter?
I try to look ahead and pretend
That breaking glass doesn't scatter
I reach for that paper and that pen
Trying to hold in an unwanted tear
But then my words reflected by the ink,
Figure out the pens cry of fear.
And then I look around
Certain of the uncertainties, aware of the unawareness
Holding on to an edge
Then I glimpse his eyes, too far for me to reach,
Yet the echo of his voice still stuck in my head
I can still hear the unspoken words repeating, triggering the superfluous blame
Still muted behind walls
Walls of dishonor, disgrace, walls built by layers of shame
An inner struggle, shaped by the outer actions, of the mind verses the soul
Regardless of the consequences, I blindly reject the "Future's" call
I've spent endless nights, drowned myself with thoughts
Going hand in hand with the shades of black
Tried to relate to those shooting stars, those on a journey of no way back
And I did relate, for I knew my starting point, and I knew I was heading far
However indecisive about the awaiting future boulevard, turns out I am that star
Dealing with doubtful thoughts, facing the faces of the phases that await me still,
Taking hesitant steps, one after the other
Climbing that undecided future hill
And it seems the decision isn't easy, but I'll use his tender touch as a guide
I'll whisper in the pure ears of the deaf, and use the open eyes of the blind
For it seems it is a blessing,
To be neglectful of a thing or two
And for me nothing is as it seems, remember the sea isn't blue
I will search for the pause button eager to buy some satisfying time
For in a blink of an eye, it’ll all be over and what’s mine will no longer be mine…
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC