Cyclic story is about what we always do, go back and repeat, is what we humans are built to do.

History repeats yet evolves, a roundabout of ideas of selfishness and ill thoughts yet we always hope for the goodness within, the air between us always looking for the thread that is thin.

Invisible yet exists, the connection between blood, friends and lovers is what makes us go and try again.

Its the bond that binds, our hearts one and all, the most precious things that we seek to protect from evil all.

Live on.. live long..
against all the conspiracies.
Drive far, dive deep..
escaping all that you hold dear.

Running away from your perpetual fears,
hiding from the gaze of your judgmental peers,
restoring safety by going through anonymity's cloud
into the darkness, the scream chills aloud.

Mirror's eyes behold my shape,
it reflects feelings of other's hate.
Unable to find a place to escape,
doors locked all around but the cemetery gate.

I can feel myself being incomplete,
being nothing but a piece of meat.
Acknowledging the potential in me,
My only wish is for it to break free.

But stuck in my own darkness
I lie crying behind that heavy door
between the cowardly sheep and the lion's roar.

Dreaming new darkness descends upon this old space.
I drown in prayer inside this ancient place,
scratching the bowels of this hellish domain.

Stretching, unraveling the seasons
that continue to age these crazy reasons
etched deep within my inner self.

Blessed God of War,
grant me resolution on this cold night.
make willful light shine bright,
dispelling evil demons that hold my endless plight.

You held out your friendly hand
to guide me through this land.

Your smile so natural.

It might not have another meaning.
But it thought me the value of my feelings.

For you.

Tiny feelings expanding,
passion is demanding,
for me to make a move..

Distance notwithstanding,
love with deeper meaning,
for romance to be approved.

All this time, I believed,
that my world was conceived
by what betrayal achieved.

Joyful eyes of sky blue,
a laugh that rings so true,
makes hope, renewed.

Won't you hold my hand,
to see what you have planned.
Together, horizons expand.

Even after the fading scent
of shared autumn nights fade away,
I'll cherish every moment spent
and with this, my feelings convey.

I will remember.

Every moment.

Everywhere.

Every day.

*******
If only
another chance to see you,
was real.

Tragic life brought forth from a darker tomorrow,
sad accidents in a world full of sorrow.

Luck magic balances  out the karmic equation,
nobody has enough for their sinful inflation.

Hope destroyed, time borrowed.
Hearts betrayed, souls followed.

Life escapes without hesitation
whenever one sees the next evil revelation.

Running away, wont save you from cruel fate
as long as someone out there cries your name in hate.

Finding you wont be a hard task
for someone who holds intellect's overflowing flask.

Tearing your chest side by side with revenge's might,
a pitiful scream will be the last thing heard in your room tonight.

It was a black night devoid of safe light.
The moon, a faded thin circular thread in the starry sky..

Standing above a cruel garden, the girl awoke,
stirred into consciousness by the evil beyond.

'Wont you come back to us?' the flowers begged her once more
'It's not the place of the forgotten to lie here the night before'

She tried to regain the memories that quickly avoided her senses
as she sat up from that grim bed of flowers amid the blossoms' verses.

The cold made her skin shiver, freezing dread was something the night delivered.  A faint aroma of jasmine filled the air, the beautiful petals lingered around with a flair.

'Worry not, dear child of the sun, for in a moment's notice, all will end with the sound of a gun.'  

And as promised, the sound tore through the cruel black.
A bullet ended her mortal chamber, forever to rest deep within her body's crimson ember.

It was a child who discovered the remains,
lying besides the cold tracks of the rusty trains.

A playful time tainted by cruel reality,
as the little boy found the girl's finality.

Through shocking tears and gasping speech,
the son arrived at his parent's reach.

The police arrived soon thereafter,
to see the ****** scene as a tragic disaster.

Her fragile heart fiercely pierced by hot cold metal
which proved to be undoubtedly fatal.

Clues hidden within the blade of grass,
beneath the jasmine flowers and the remaining brass.