reminiscing the days where i could write
proper poetry
where my thoughts were unleashed
with no shackles of conformity
now, i am surrounded by serenity
but this serenity does not,
let me write beautifully about the
beast within me.

i sit here in my room
wondering and scanning through
all the places that i have been to
i look myself in the mirror
blood and emotions coursing through
but thinking twice,
about pulling the trigger

that's the problem with putting others first
you've taught them that you come second
if not, third

she was sat along a lake of doom
and along came the seasonal tune
the whisper of winds and the goodbyes to bloom
the smell of green, gone and the opening of tombs
high Heaven could not beat this bounty of earth
the beauty in the way things die and rebirth

he found it easier
to let the lies unravel out of his mouth
rather than tell me
he prefers to shut me out

how mesmerizing you are
not that i would know for sure
but if i knew you i would hold you so dear

i chug the pint sized can of lager
the 7.5 percent, my 8th, but i wish it got me farther
the hastening cerebration of complete intoxication
i have missed this, total self annihalition

maybe it is the wrong time and place
maybe we are just meant to graze
lightly against our hopes
but never to sow
like a pack of wolves
circling its prey
but never pouncing till the light of day
maybe that is what we are
maybe we will continue to chase
and pursue what could be
maybe one day the lords will finally see
that you are the one for me

beyond space and time
is somewhere i will find
between my twisted mind
a place for you and i

a rabid violation i was, towards those near me
a premeditated prowess full of diligent schemes,
a faucet i constantly found myself turning.

i remember watching you
it was weird the way
your skin started to turn a little blue
no more flush of that lively "life"
our human race has so desperately pursued
the same you looked, just a little dead
just a fraction of hope
flashing in my head
in sheer naiveness of you coming back again, i hear the life support's infamous
tune

the cold would send little snow drops
trickling down my spine
dancing and singing praise to the moonlight
gestures of repentance despite knowing my damnation I continue to sit there, looking for my salvation
But with the icy cold drops, that warm me
and a look back into my bitter stained history
i have released and accepted what has always
been known to me
that salvation and emancipation has only been a dream

if anything
aren't we just made up of
snippets of other people
one's our eyes
have yet to
settle upon
even those we may never meet
we romanticise our bad habits
we chant them like
bittersweet symphonies
we parade our melancholy insidiously
in hopes of someone listening
they hear our cries; they know it too
a pain so familiar
it unites a couple few
their desirous whines for
the land of milk and honey
may have been answered
as for the others
bliss only blesses the
blessed

the first cut is the deepest
when it comes to loving me, he’s the worst

i am the turbulence
he was the rain
together we made
a harrowing hurricane

straddling between heaven and hell
stood a tall figure - face sewn into a smile
he looked at me as chills danced down my spine
flummoxed, he told me
i'm taking you tonight

conveniently the fury unleashes maybe with a warning or two
but so subtle, not many notice but a few
the signs so dreary they didn't want a part
her hopes falter
because they didn't have a heart