The streets call out our names
It's time to run down and pour up the flames,
Unwanted sounds fades
as the atmosphere of us invades,
Call me a gangster
cause I want to take you down wrapped with my blazer.
We track the disaster of the century
with you in my arms I won't feel this misery.

This time, our love is divine
And tonight as we reach for the stars
Drag me out from reality.

With you my love,
Life is so much more than fantasy.

summer burns out
its ****-end,
out it goes in
an ember glow,
grey-blanket
wrap the skies,
and a tree attires
itself in new clothes...

Golden rose, so surreal.

Your thorns pierce,
But it's a good feeling.

Intense.

Your creamy petals may fall,
but you're continuously blooming.

Keys locked everywhere,
but the intensity of your mind
seeps shards of bright fragments.

Slowly, but surely.

Hatred replaced the beating
The violent vibrations hollowed
Once lush and lively places
Carved in feelings I cannot understand

Conflicting with virtues
Asking what is the right thing
Introspection reveals the fear
Of the shameful devil in the mirror

Transformed from the wickedness
Which has grown wild and cruel
Bloom these demon eyes
Luminating into the might with pride.

Beckon down deep, the cold echoes
An evil mind holds the truth
Toxic lifeblood eroded away
The former, the King of Beast in my stay

Passing
people
by pleasing
persons
portraying
personality
pretaining
pain
plainly
pretending­
to
plant
plantations
of
pleasure
paint
spattered
pansies
blooming
pray people pray

It's here again
more gentle light
a welling of spirit
the urge to move
limbs eager to
gambol and play
the song of birds
senses soaring
green growth
erupting sunward
blooms posing
both with flowers and people
my heart is singing
my outlook sunny
I feel like making
love to life

Like a flower she bloomed into the beauty she never knew she had.

A girl in a coma, but in reverse, the world stays still, and she moves like a sun rays. She has been holding blooming flowers for far too long and her hands have transformed into ****** messes, nothing is pure anymore.