To win recognition
The love of my peers
Their words-now my word
Their battles-now my battles
My friends, their enemies-now my enemies
In so doing I won
Fame, flattery ,friends, fans
Yet, I lost one
One most precious–My soul.

So now when I look
At that silver screen
That pitiless creature
A visage I see
One tired of fake expressions
And empty emotions
A barren world of crags and cracks
Hidden beneath pretention and paint

This visage is not of mine but one of theirs
And I am it's bearer

Now I see a child
Among giants it walks
A mortal among gods
A god among mortals
Fearless in its visage
It follows itself and none other
Its face is jubilant with a light
A light of innocent wisdom--
Of righteous anger
It is a fertile world, lovely
With colours of life

Its words-the soul's song.

Once there was an age-when Heroes died
Everyone mourned, everyone cried
The Heroes died
Yet the villains were no more
And all was quiet
Yet there was more in store.

In an age anew
In secret, darkness grew
Villains arose in throngs
The quiet was broken by Death Songs.
Tears fell
Yet, who could tell?
New Heroes came- the start of a new game.

Yet this game was not played by White and Black
A guilty heart did neither side lack
You see this time--
Both sides were tainted with crime.

In the end the Heroes died
And so did the Villains
No one mourned, nobody cried.
And now there are Villains no more
Nor any Heroes
Only us.

Oh, the day I remember
Of Cupid's victims I became a member
I looked your way, and something was amiss
I felt Aphrodite's sweet kiss.

Your eyes did assume an inhuman spark
Your visage, oh your visage to my heart did it hark
Oh it pains my soul, my amor
My heart pains even more.

That you became the spark
In another's life
Oh your kiss did mark
You as another's wife.

I cursed my fate
Cupid and Aphrodite, I did hate
I was a man no more
But a cast away husk that you would not adore.

Yet my mind awakened
My hatred lessened
I saw thee in a new light
Of the world's adoration you have every right.

You a sweet flower, in a crowd of many such
Yet only you bear Beauty's touch
And I the wanderer see
From a distance I admire thee

I needn't unroot you from your station
I am always there, away from your vision
My sight blessed with your presence
You are this sick soul's healing essence.

The horizon crowded
By greyish beasts
The yellow Sun shrowded
By Jupiter's priests

Sound the horns,sound the horns
Beat the drums ,beat the drums
The wind howls
The sea scowls
Lightning - flash
A whip lash
Swords clash

Dash,dash
Whether rich,whether poor
Whether the sufferer,or one who has the cure
Whether the lured,or one who lures
Dash ,dash
Under temple,tomb, tent
Run, dash hell bent

Dash, dash
It's of no use
This fate, you can't refuse
Thunder rumble
Temple tumbles
Walls crumble

Run,hide
Death's Bell has rung
Run, run
The last song has been sung
Of humanity

The Earth shakes and shivers
The world quakes and quivers

Sky red with Jupiter's fury
Humanity's executioner,judge and jury
The end is heralded by the cries
The end is nigh, humanity's demise.

Rolling water hitting
Hardy rocks unbreaking
Hands and feet are shaking
Empty net is floating.

No fish,no fish today
Bad luck is here to stay
Nothing to do but pray
Drive the bad luck away.

The empty stomach pains
Bed sheet red with blood stains
Life slowly, slowly wanes.

Happy moment awaits
Scotch, very sweet is tastes.

The liquid meets parched lips
Smile,smile at life's eclipse.

I have lived
Never been loved
Been slapped and shoved

I bear the marks
The scratches , the bruises

I remember, the broken bones
The many moans
Sticks and stones
Ceaseless

I remember the whip
The skin it would rip
The smell of ***
I went numb

Face stained with tears
Fears have quelled over the years

Now only this remains
Only one thing to do

Knife in hand
Shaking hand
Tired hand

Knife is heavy
It will be easier
A small cut is all I need
Then I'll be freed
Forever
At last

Deep breath
One of my last
A smile
Knife straight
Cut,cut, long ,cut
Pains, Hurts
It bursts
The vein

Blood, blood peeks
From the straight cut it leaks
Red,I see it
I taste it

Makes me sleepy
Like a soft kiss on the lips
A pure taste
Taste of life
Taste of death

Sitting in a room all alone
Curtains down, darkness abound.
Head down,only one sound.
Of weeping, of gasping
All else,silence.

Weeping, weeping
Seeking,seeking
For a shadow
Not of your own
Sitting in a room all alone.

Longing a touch
Familiar yet foreign
In your dreams you feel it
When you wake you miss it.
Sitting in a room all alone

When you sit all alone
On a park bench and you're shown
A happy couple floating by
Tangled in innocent violence like kites in the sky.
You hear it, the voice.

This voice you adore
This voice you abhor
This voice which haunts you
This voice which taunts you

This voice you seek
In the darkness you weep
No voice, no sleep
Sitting in a room all alone.

Then a rustle
A mild shuffle
A sound oh so muffled
A sound not of weeping
But  of feet skipping.

Then a voice
That voice you adore
That voice you abhor
That voice which taunts you
That voice which haunts you

You hear it
You fear it
What if it's a dream
Sitting in a room all alone
You scream

The voice says, " I'm here don't worry"
Says, " For being away so long I'm sorry"
Then that touch
That chills and burns
Your heart writhes and turns
That touch oh so familiar yet foreign.


"It is you" You say
"My love, my dove"
"Yes it is I " the voice says


Weeping, weeping
But nay not of grief
Weeping, weeping
Of joy and relief.


Sitting in a room
Curtains down
Darkness abound
Two shadows intertwine
"I am yours and you are mine"