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Rios Mar 17
As their eyes were transfixed by the tales they've heard of me, they'll say "that's a one vile story."

Pray tell if i was just a crazy juvenile, but as one with masks of hidden faces, i still find myself perplexed to this relic pain that i can't seem to wither. I used to be an open blue sky till i painted myself gray. "Here comes the omen" A crisis in disguised that concocted a storm he can hardly weather.

If i were to fall deeper in burden, will i lose my sanity if my mistake dances in my head like a distant silhouetted memory?
If i put my teeth on display, will that be enough to support a cover up story?
If i replay you a broken memory, will you stop the stone rolling right at me? And If i fall on the other side of the story, would you pay the cost of risk and dare pull me out of insanity?
Rios Nov 2024
If life knocks on your door
To take back whats taken for granted
What will your questions be?

If the moon utters a declaration
Do you think you were good enough to be taken out of gravity?
If you'll be sent way down south
What will your last words be?

When you hear the heavens sing and all you hear is wicked, will your tears fall in regret as all you can do now is bleed in remorse? Tell me, what will it be?

If it knocks on your spirit
What will your questions be?
If it utters the unspoken
What will your last words be?
When the melody defeats your chaos
Tell me, what will it be?
Rios Nov 2024
The mirrors are caving in
Reflecting cuts within
If i embellish as a fragrant of your memory
Will it hint a side of my chivalry? or just the highlights of my tyranny?
Lately, mornings have been heavy
So i try my best to hide in all of midnights
Hoping daylight won't ever find me

Tell me, how can i break my seal from these starfield of make-believes?
Each hope i own is engulfed in fallacies,
Wishes were all just fantasies
I look unto the sky of the bluest face
As i resonate in shame and disgrace
I sit by the window with a moonlit face
Longing for a time, where woe finally stops coloring me....
Rios Nov 2024
In a day where the sky is bluest
My accent gets all fluent in woe
Rios Nov 2024
I'd rather count dust than count on myself
Rios Sep 2024
I always thought freedom is losing you
Instead all i feel now is imprisonment

Bars would be the series of my mistakes in a life i have chosen, a life i thought would be bliss without you, i was wrong.

If words expresses what i feel, those words would spell i miss you.

I regret having a memory of letting you go, i wish it's still me and you
Rios Sep 2024
Now that I've grown, i came into realization that there were really no monsters under my bed. Just above it.
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