A small rhythm I hear in my cage
Beat that sings loudly when I leap page
You whisper even when I sleep
Whose noise has depths of an ocean's deep

When I'm with exhaustion, you demand for rest
With fastest song, you stop me with your best
Your music continues as long as I live
But when I'm done, you'll proceed on other's rib

You never fail to bring me heat
The heat that comes from a single beat

Every rose dies
Because all beautiful things come to an end
Either destroyed by the natural fires of the earth
Or by the wrath of humans of the dirt
With every birth
There is a death
As with every rose
There is a story
A story told by those with fairytale lovers
Or those with broken promises
Hidden by ice cream and watery storms
Romance movies and sad songs
But that's just one story
Packed in one rose petal
Because with every rose, there's a different story
And with every story
There was once a boy who said sorry
Or a girl who said please forgive me
So you closed your eyes and nodded
After all, you could see the beauty in the roses
So why not let the bad thoughts
Slip right through our noses

me
there are things
i should burn for
but i won't
there are things
i should burn
but i don't
burn for you
i still burn for you
when i drink i still drink
but only in fiction
i try my best
to avoid looking at
pianists guitarists and singers they don't upset me
but i guess their art is too honest
for who i am
as it should be
i will never
understood anything done
for me out of love
me i
shouldn't be alive
last november i kicked
my friend in the face while
he tried to save my life
i'd forgotten about it and so
when he visited me
in hospital the next day
i asked about the bruise
above his eye
he looked at me real
funny and told
me he ran into a tree

The alley still blossoming
Jasmines
Still carrying my childhood
aroma.

عطر کودکی هایم را می دهد
کوچه ای که هنوز گل یاس می دهد

But I have built my walls so
high and strong,
that I can't seem to find a way
to break them down.

Dear muse
Is this the end?
Will my mind finally
Withdraw from the
Memories clinging

These memories need to be
Burnt with the rest of my heart
Crumble and disappear
A wisp of smoke

I still don't know
Whats real
Too many unanswered
Questions words
Wanting to be spoken

Dear muse
I am
Tired of this
You refuse to say
You were wrong
Admit you caused
This pain

your mystery is the truth
very little of you is on show

deeper than any fathomed depth
you keep on going

so far reaching is yourself
no one could claim to know all

where the knowledge of you stops
eternity begins