Flowers
how beautiful are they
Each colour
represents an emotion
But blessed is the
Rose
Among them all
is the
Greatest
When given with knee
on the ground
Happiness
When put down
on the ground
with a moist eyes
Condolence
When torn down
petal by petal
Sadness

I am the unknown
On a highway searching
Searching for her
Trapped in a dream
Am I
Images of her eyes
Keep flashing
Forever
Half asleep
Half awake
Everlasting pain
Silenced

Two miles away was sun
Wicked
Naked, striped down
In a sea of sweat
Raining
The fire from the sky
Waking
The demons of past
Thanking
The girl in the heart
I felt free at last
The seventh paradise
That hell of  ice
Wicked
Kicked in that hell
Sinking
Deed of life
The boat of the time
Living
I am gonna make it
Family
Baking a cake
Thinking
All things for God's sake
I am gonna make it

Thinking about it, my heart fades
Those evil spirits of smokeless fire still haunt me in my dreams
Still I find they are afraid of me
They only haunt me in my dreams not in the real world
I am important to them all
Because I am the only one they haunt but I don't react back
Now I feel they have become weak
They give me black rubies and silver diamonds in dreams
Beg me to visit an exorcist
But I always gently shook my head and move on
Some of them have fallen love with ruthless death
But they aren't even dying
Their condition is like a flower
Flower which has bloomed but is yet to form a fruit
In rainy days they become sorrowful
In rainy days they don't even look at me
Then I roam the empty dark path which has an exit on other side
From the exit light comes in
I watch it for hours
I see happy people on other side
Children, men and women of all ages
All seem to be very happy
While watching them laugh and play
I get a smile on my face
I gently start creeping to the door
But then I stop and I shook my head, gently
I turn away from that door
Then return to my sorrowful ghosts
Silence

Smoke filled has wings that you can't see,
Inside it are things which one can't be.
Sin eyed are those rings which made those kings,
Though lark sings, his feathers are tin dyed strings.
An aspirin down the throat but body is about to float,
On the life's offshore boat how many souls are gonna float,
I don't wear this high collar coat to stay in the rain and see a lightning bolt.
Those graveyards I visit, strange graves say please sit,
I didn't eat a bit or took a bite after I say that ****** site.
That fight between the thoughts of same brain,
It gave me some sort of migraine.
Does hope has to refrain it must be high on *******.
No lithium in my blood I think I might make a mistake,
As long as people believe in Noah and the flood,
There is gonna be more blood.
Fate has burned me on top of a tesla coil, wrapped inside a tin foil,
And you tell me why does my blood boil.
My hope is no longer a seed spilt on soil.