Stressing, over a gun you were born by
Just like that bullet you were waiting
To penetrate every change about to come
To kill, not to hang around, not to stump
They paint you in black and white, though you hate it
You love it when you do
You lick your scars with frustration to burn
Your present, your future, as they seem too blue
Blue, as your madness, blue as your fate
Your fate will hit you, like a bullet in the back
Though it feels so great, it hurts to wait
You wait, for it to knock on your door
Hard, stronger than it did before
Fate, running towards your open gate
Can’t hug yourself you can’t runaway
Beautiful, but everything upon your skin is fake
Rage, against your soul against what made it cruel
Lost, what you crossed many times before
You crossed, the filthy lines between your thoughts
Kissed, your gun to cool down the trigger you fought
Swallowed each bullet to taste the bitterness-
Of your future, of your lustiness
Take a look at your blue heart as it beats down for you
One hit, can turn your loud laughs into one long silence
In the middle of emptiness you pulled yourself
Stuck, in the middle of resembling
Your past your present and your future
Your misery your happiness and their mutuals
In between weak mountains you lost your soul-
Mockery of the strength I’m aching, I held it
Mockery of the misery lost in emptiness, I saved it
Saved it from silver, from gold, from pain
Of the love stranded in fields of silver
Good God, it felt so good, God-
It felt so painful, blissful
God, how your own greed can get so blissful
Scripted misery of them
Lost, isolated with no humanity to find
Inside the same hole, of whispering, of warmth
I look into the mirror, as I get blind
Warmth scripted with their blood-
With demons, quenching my thirst
Eating up my own soul, with thoughts that burst-
The walls of the future, of what it has to behold