A Requiem to the mass

We have a peace to keep,
a promise to make,
a war to stop,
a swing to swing on.

Not the end of the era
scatters us,
scares us,
gives us a terror,
gives us a fading beacon.

A hunt that lives on our shoulder,
it keeps watching us so we never
root ourselves in the single answer.

The pieces of a missing will
never unite us, it is its sweetness
brought out a requiem to play
on the loop
without realising how the battle begun
and then
there's a hologram
floating around
as to why it plays hide and seek
yet still never found every steps
that it has made,
as remote or candid.

People have something
that brings, buries me down
in centuries
but never brought up for a fight
to my face
nor had taken a fall
for me

When is it became so easy to
just neglect us,
pretty abominated, ripped off, and abandoned
-perished
and utterly left to be
lingering amongst the deadly spirits.

In the realm of intellect,
what pours us into the integrity of a reason?

The true hallmark of unorthodox
has given to the appealing, only
to unleash the underside of themselves
to be intended.

Passive communication can
never be infinite lively.
What can be more flexible to round up
the whole taxable force than its function, to
barricade it?

The cunning grins on every rooms;
a calm melody in the midst of
stormy weather opens new insights and finds out
a balance to the loads of *******
in outside world.

The beating heart never stops

I
want my beating heart to
breathe with love
instead
of sounding like a deep cave
full of self-hatred

It glows as to cooperate with me
willingly

A sewing thread of the end
where I'm hanging from
is to leverage my weight of burdens

The night terrors
are on the edge
while I'm screaming and crying

It looks like a chamber of bad memories,
the  massacre;
the most captivating of stories to tell,
just to find the strongest of people

It will engulf my soul
whilst desire will emerge as acid,
gradually burn me
from the insides and out.
and then there's *empty

The colour of youth was there, and all youth is
in black and white.
Thinner and shallower
as the wind blows you off
We are the pupils, the innocent souls.
It shall be perrished, and the sins are borrowed.

About time to pause the moment.
Can't you see we're on the rise yet?
Your sickness grows up faster, faster
trying to hold us down,
and the mold of Gold is melting.

Searching for a new tragedy as to it was meant
for any of this to happen, aren't you?
But your mighty wall falls into the ground at last

I shall said;
nothing governs **nothing

Many seek and hide
O' the weeping angels
who reowned on everlasting earth
pulling into another focus,
you dragged
in its sorrow, like shrieking souls.
the flowers cry
in stillness

I asked many yet never seen the sounds
of fury
They were all hidden in the newfound blossom
and I watched them die pointlessly,
folding their wings but never enough to unshow
the fading shadows in distance
So gentle and spiritual mayhem
in many levels to not be seen.

Sirens wailing in every elsewhere
I must have lost my blindfold
because now I see your wandering eyes.

Atmosphere
that you fancy is no longer staying,
Surrounded by you
the golden path covers in blood,
the world starts cutting off,
the glamorous visions are in
and out,
then, lastly, the silence will fall.

it's 11 pm.
And I feel empty.

I feel like I could quit by now.
Down to the beauty of a lonely harbour
the sky is colouring array of saddened blues
scattered like an ocean
then seek shelter underneath a bridge.
My legs dangle freely over the clouds
i feel like I belong down there.
Biting gusts of winter air drove my body and
the chocking aroma of ash roamed around me

Passive smoking past my body
It doesn't always drift around when it's daylight
like one would create invisible shells of me.
This wasn't daydreaming nor a transport.
That was an escape.
I wonder if the fog take me to wonderland of discovered map
Which I may never listen the waves of the impossible agonising routine
to land inside
What if i feel the same?

now you can see me
being wasted most time drowning into nothing
cut off the world
i become a queen
A pioneer

almost forbidden to the Old Age
where the summer days collapse
into the sounds of New Illuminati
The sparkles

no one listens
and everything is
pulling me out to see the mercy of the death
hidden by a gentle gorgeousness on this autumn

i started sobbing in agony
it has been robbed of my nature

outside
on the centre of a great shadow
lit me up before i come undone

from written on first page
bloodless,
brain gone,
shadow walked in,
scars on my wrist
down in the middle
a rainbow is
sizzling on the wave

i will be on the empty page and trying not to
cry no more 'cause,
all broken homes
is evacuating from the rainbow.

falling pieces in the sky,
that's what i've left behind
i see you now.