Well you lend me an ear? It will take up maybe an hour of ur life But lets not think about time Maybe if i am quite you’ll be able to hear But please listen, cant bare another tear If you dare do stare U don’t wanna give them a scare Will you lend an ear and a mind to spare? Will we ever really know what’s welfare? Prepare to go nowhere I always get side tracked But my mind is packed It has been hacked Its all abstract Lets extract my brain and inspect To see places they neglect And inject the potion of prefect intellect Dont forget my mind was set to reject It means no disrespect But it just disconnects trapped Strapped Slashed But who gives a **** if your depressed? Doesn’t matter if words were expressed! eyes crawling up the walls Back and forth through the halls
Some people just wither away, like autumn leaves While some still have that spark of fire, like fiery embers Some never get to see the light at the end of the tunnel While some never realise, there is a tunnel Some are like winter, silent, aloof and withdrawn with curtains closed and socks on While some are like spring, Bright orange and full of life And then there are some, stuck in transition of life to death, colorless, disconnected and numb, Lost in the woods for eternity Trapped in a maze of unconsciousness Like comatose, they disappear into oblivion
the world suffers with and without me all things take shape in the way it was meant to be my attachment to it could affect only me it breaks me when I am apart from it when I am not part of bigger things and they surround me.
not included in movements missing out on various moments loss being heavy on me and tasting the feeling of envy I like and dislike this and that but no one ask me of what I think every one has thoughts of their own and things are working out just fine.
a disconnected environment in a deeply wired mess nothing works as expected more or less.
she was just a speck of earth- a careful girl in a sea of careless people; musing back and forth, with broken flowers at her feet. she mumbled obsolete rhymes and whispered sonnets to the wind the lyrics faded, the air was mute, the entire world became her nook.
he was an empty shell with his heart hanging askew underneath his worn out sweatshirt and scarred skin. he bartered love for nothing gave up songs for none wrote poetry for a broken girl, who's in love with a broken man.