I miss you
I don't know why.
We talked yesterday

Yes,
I remember how your eyes sparkled
Two rings of a bistre fire
Shining with a midnight's glow
I remember how I was lost in them

I wish that your hand was still in mine
How I wish I could pull you close to me
To share just one more moment with you
Instead of wasting away
With the night's howls as my only companion

Maybe, I just miss your comfort
No matter
I could use your warmth right about now

Comfort
Yeah, I miss that

Who knew that a country could turn on itself
Letting its streets reek of blood?
Who knew that the world could sit back and watch
As a nation committed suicide?

Who knew that the hands of your best friend
The one you loved to hold walking to school
Would one day hold the weapon of your demise
Her blade dripping your neighbor's blood
Or your mother's
Or your uncle's
Or just another farmer's
You wouldn't be able to tell anymore

Imagine
The anthem of a race, with hate as their weapon,
Would be the cries of those slowly dying
Bleeding for one hundred days
And crying for one hundred nights
Imagine the cries of your family
And the chaos brewing outside your door
As your only lullaby

That was my once a place I called home

Do I love you
Or do I just love the thought of you?
The thought of you with me
Is this just an illusion my rotting heart has drawn
For it to have a reason to keep beating?

Is love a lie
Or just my idea of love?

Do I hold your hand
Just for the feeling of your warmth
Or because I care?
Does the thought of you keep me up at night,
Because I need you
Or because I need comfort?

Is passion my drug
And you're just a relapse?

Do I love you?
Do I really love you?

It was yesterday that my past spoke to me
I heard familiar chimes ring
I heard the faded chords of songs I used to sing
Oh, how they twinkled
How the pulled me back to a realm only I knew
A world I long forgot

Where daydreams were once painted
Where nightmares now crawl

A world endlessly empty
Where I once spent most of my slumbers
Dancing with sparkling dreams
And waltzing to their tunes
Their ballads and lights lacing my dreams with hope

If only those dreams never came to an end
If only this world of mine had something left
For me to cherish
No fragments of wilting dreams
Their ashes stain my sleep
No more twisted song, no more broken chimes
Those songs live in the hearts of my nightmares

It was yesterday that my past spoke to me
As I ventured a place where my dreams used to be

We are all part of this game, aren't we?
This charade
This masquerade we love to play with one another

Why must we keep our true colours
Hidden behind our mask,
Our smiles?
Why must we muffle the whispers
Our broken hearts so desperately wants to let out

Why do we love to play this game
Even if our hearts tell us otherwise?

These smiles
They are not sincere
Not anymore
What happened?
What can we do?

Be there for each other.

Hidden in the masquerade of skyscrapers,
Muffled by the breaths of the city,
Live the kids of the blackened streets of the forgotten
In the Projects

Within the maze of crumbling buildings,
Lie the children who've seen the face of death
The ringing of police sirens
Are their morning alarm
And their lullaby before bed
They sing along to the anthem of gunshots
They paint the walls of their mind
With the blood of their fallen brothers

There is no escape
From the tyranny of the ghettos
Their fate is sealed.
Each of them is doomed to find themselves
On the wrong end of a gun
Held by the trigger-happy hands of a man in uniform
Or worse, killed by one of their own blood

Safety is but a dream
Under the lucid sleep of **** and Xanax
Dissipating through the grey streams of smoke
Chasing the broken skyline

Who know what waits for us
Beyond this world we know to well
A world familiar sights and faces
That we will never see again

Who knows what is at the other end
Of our leap into the dark
Who knows what awaits
In the unfamiliar
In the unknown

Nightmares perhaps
Creatures crawling from the sketchiest corners of our sleep
Or maybe,
Hopefully,
A light of some kind

Who know?

I wonder
Falling to the tune of the unknown
Laughing as I'm ****** into to what seems to be my doom
The end of my world
And the birth of the next

Hopefull, the next will be a great one