Trapped between 4 closing walls, dripping down to grey under fluorescent lighting.

Shooting bullets into the swirling clouds overhead, (trembling arms) misguided passion contained by your choir of puppets and strings.

Raven in a field of crows fallen down between the rows of corn and smothered by mounds of empty bottles stacking high towards the heavens,

As down towards the underworld the red blood seeps turning black earth grotesque shades of crimson, bubbling in the intense heat.

It’s so easy to give way to the current behind the closed door as we find our bodies sprawling out along the hillside fresh and sparkling with the tears from the sky (and our cheeks).

Your dim basement sets the scene for the beautiful experimentation where the walls are no more than cement and barriers from prying eyes.

In a haze of passion we indulge our problems, hatred, loveless souls with pointless ***** and meaningless *** that does little more to help than delude our dismal existence.

With a stumbling trod we help each other back home (like we always do) with glittering fields of shrapnel shards blinding our eyes with reflected moonlight.

In a trail of destruction we set the sidewalks aflame in a whirlwind blaze where we wait this out.

A world on fire; finding refuge in the heavily medicated masses as my broken back gives way to pressure of the dense fog overhead.

Housed back in your empty expectations and delirious confusion you build me a tomb of papers and pews.

Misguided by hidden eyes luring you with a melody of golden string cell bars, as you wander like Shepard-less sheep.

You grab me with your venom breath and razor claws, trying to pull me down to your personal hell of - crufixholymonumentspriestscommandmentstemplesjesusmarymosesbloody­hypocritical *******.

And in the misty stale green air where I can barely see my own hand (let alone your glazed over eyes) you build the nerve

in your ******* arrogant throne

to ask me

why I’m bitter.

Where do you think you're going *****?
Stop, I need to tell you some things which,
May break your pretty silicon heart,
So buckle yourself up, I'm about to start.

You think that with your haughty smile,
You're better than all of us by a mile,
Sad to shatter your fantasy world,
Now it's time to watch reality unfurl.

My beauty and strength make your toes curl,
My unbreakable spirit makes you want to hurl,
You can crush me beneath your six-foot frame,
But just know that there'll never be any shame.

Honoured to be the topic of your day,
The highlight of the **** you say,
I'm sneezing from the stench, my eyelids they twitch,
The rumours you spout, make my ears itch.

Unhappy to see my smiling face?
Do your eyes burn, to behold my grace?
Exit to the left right out of my life,
Before I come after you with a ten-inch knife.

she was just a random girl
for the world outside
no one knew her real face
the one she always hide

they  made sure to make her think
that she can never dance
blocking for her all the paths;
she never got her chance

They thought of her as just a girl
a girl with broken smile
without reading her mystic eyes
that told her secret while

picking up the heart's rhythm
she decided to dance
ignoring what they made her think
she tried to take her chance

the moment when she moved her feet
everlasting spell was cast
mesmerizied by her rebellious moves
they fall for her real fast

flowing towards a melodious realm
she made her moves advanced
never missing a single beat
she danced and danced and danced

the music filled her as she danced
with eternal peace ...
the world then witnessed
her real worth
she was the masterpiece !!

How ******* banal is this existence?
Traversing the canals of this persistence.
Never quite knowing
The way the wind is blowing
If things happen for a reason
I’m giving up on believin’

How ******* sane is this world?
As bony and frail as the frame of a little girl.
Never truly ripe
The holly gardens at midnight
If things only grow for a season
I’m giving up on believin’

How ******* real is reality?
Speaking in abstracts like a badge of morality.
Never really concise
A tickling on your brain like head lice
If things only happen for a inexplicable reason
I’m giving up on believin’
This contemplation
itself
is treason.

Oh boy hasn't it left me weak,
Like too many ice cubes
melted into a glass of scotch.
I had grand visions on the eve
of this foul dream,
vision's that rest on a life changing
scale,
but now I lay here
miserable and weak.
Im like a once proud stag,
hit by a car,
reduced to little more
than road ****.

Misery can clam us all if we let it.
I battle it each day that I am awake,
but it has now crept into my dreams
to claim me.
I rise each vile morn with its wry smile
of stolen victory glaring,
gloating,
grimacing.

I have succumbed.

Your words are rich but your silence is golden
I've lost all faith in what humanity has spoken
You don't know this, but I was chosen
To speak out against society
and it's twisted mentality
Says one thing but means another
Karma is coming, but you'll never see her
She'll smother you with your past mistakes
Do whatever it takes to pay back the heartache
That you caused and all the hurt you dished out
Don't you see it now? There's no doubt,
You're in her sights now
She's aimed at your heart, tearing apart the pain
You claimed to have no control over
Karma's here, can't you see her?
She don't bluff, this ain't Tuesday night poker
Fold this hand, it's weighing heavy on your shoulders
Exposure to the light got you moving slower and slower
It's over, she's beat you down
Might as well leave the table,
Karma don't play around

XvA:
Walk in each other out, this distances seem to cease to another throne of treasure and kingdom of eclectic bliss, with your arms around me, at ease.


Meow:
Be quiet, my heart.
Be quiet for me.
I am afraid he will hear;
I am afraid he will see.



Xva:
Wounds sealed, scars vanished as love your felt beneath. Oh hope the moment doesn't squeeze since the truth we seek is within this undivided dream.



Be quiet, my heart.
Be quiet... please.
Don't dart out of my chest.
Don't race away my mortal beats.



As the branches of enchantment rises to its prerequisite tract, they intend to glow off an miraculous beam.



Be quiet, my heart,
He mustn't know this.
And if you are scared,
Whisper me your worries.


Visions of sacred bond began to flourish and while we swing through the blooming rainbow; for he found his queen and her king revealed.. <3

TYFR..love and live everybody
<3 peace &happinesss