Your soul center of my world, a place to be avoided
by some for they are so afraid to face the truth,
but a place of beauty and hope for me.
Two different people cursed in one moment, we
found our ways to make it work.
With every ****** of my words i'll cut their poisonous
tongues, reveal that their truth is only but a lie.
I'll show you what life is and make their dream look like
a nightmare.

A simple excuse is what most need and they think
that justice is a synonym for revenge. They claim
that all they do is natural and not an act of distress.
So how can i quite this part of me that at any tipping
point someone will linch and act uncontrollably
achieving only to hurt those he or she loves.
I fear that most can not bear to lose any more and they
would give into a comfort zone, into zestless and
voiceless acts only leading to their ruin.
The world is a harsh place and there are those who
would see others suffer for their own gain, even
flay those who would try to help them.
Difficult to be stronger than our excuses but what is
worse from losing ourselves.

They trace down your cheeks...
during the loneliest of nights.
They gather between your collar bones...
through your battles and fights.

They brim in your eyes...
assuring you the glimmer of hope.
They drip off your chin...
*like a thread of droplets to help you cope.

They wet your shivering smile...
reminding you of your strength and humility.
They fall on your palms...
appreciating your sacrifices and sincerity.

They seep into your skin...
to fuel the undying love in your heart.
They feed your soul with gratitude
*until the time comes when you shall depart.

I should not do that, no!
If i begin to regret, i'll dull my future decisions
and let others make the choices for me.
What would be left for me then but to die.
Nobody can foretell the outcome out of regret.
Each decision i make holds meaning only by
affecting my next decision.
We may be different, with different mind soul and heart
but when the wold is darkest we must try for the same
cause, for we are stronger together, stronger as two spirits
caring for each other.

If much wisdom is much grief then
he who increases his knowledge
increases and his sorrow.
Can i feel it?
Devil curse me i do.
I thought i was beyond this but i am not.
I waited to long and sacrificed to much.
People might not change now.
It would take another thousand years
maybe more to realise that fear
inspires control, over them, over their hearts,
over their way of thinking.
I had hope but now, disappointment for
most do not even try and all they do is making
excuses, hiding behind this ridiculous term
of insecurity. My point of view, they are just
afraid being honest to themselves.
Even i am not crazy enough to believe that
distortion of reality.