Stale blood running,
every dream failing;
Here I am, not willing to hide,
the beast that's inside.
that girl? harm her;
that old man? suffocate him;
that child? **** him;
that woman? take her baby;
that flower? pluck it;
that tree? chop it;
taking over the world,
greatest man till I'm old,
everyone alive fearing me,
all I can do if the demons please.
brighten up your lights,
the sins will take flights,
it's not upto your fate,
c'mon, it's not that late.
that girl,
she has the cure for your disease;
that old man,
he holds your biggest secret;
that child,
he is the happiness to all your sadness;
that woman,
she has the womb in which you lived for 9 months;
that flower,
it's meant to be in your wedding bouquet;
that tree,
it supports a swing which your child plays.
Sometimes we can't take over ourselves, we just do not know what to do. That's when the demons in us starts controlling us; showing us what we secretly, deep inside, strive for. And the urge for those demons to come out becomes stronger than ever. That time, that exact time, we come to know that all of us have stale blood running through us. All of us have dreams that failed. All of us want revenge. And that is also the time to calm ourselves because we never know what we had harmed, could have been a source of our ultimate joy when time would pass. To those dreams that failed; to those moments that died; to those memories that weren't made; and to those smiles that never came: thank you for a life changing lesson.
