My keyboard makes music out of my tears
With ever fear I feel and every smile I bring
With the madness that takes me
With the rage I sing

Like she once said
It's not easy to read to them what's in my head
So we write it instead...
While we grip to our beds

I'm stuck okay,
I don't need to tell them how deep I'm in this
Rapid fire, dancing liars, a choir of fire
I couldn't get shyer, my pleas will be dire

With my sensitivity
My emotions exploding
My complicated thinking
My heart that's bleeding

You know what...fudge it
I try and I cry and I even ask why
But when does it matter
I know we all feel the weight...










But why do they diminish what makes my soul ache
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But its okay

I don't have much else to say

I'm going to continue to play the silent game

I see no darkness

I hear no bitterness

I speak nothing heartless

Evil does not run me

Why let it run them?

THE remembrance upon you is a ****, I pluck it, then you grow again with the patience of time. With perseverance you endure, to me who can not stand it.

The memory upon you is the spider's thread, the never-ending nest, knitting itself, I'm trapped in it, helplessly, can not be free, and can never be cleared clearly.

run, escape my fatality
on the horizon i see serenity
barbed wires, razor flies obstruct my way
quick! lay still, hide from the prey

baby cries echo in my sleep
brothers and sisters hazed emotions, unable to even weep

flying ships thunder over my head
mute my ears to escape this dread
famine overwhelms my perception
yet I stumble towards my destination

Foreign faces salute my courage to flee
yet they says they have no space; no space for a refugee
collapse, cry cluelessly
look up to faith to absolve me from this destiny
sudden light pardons me to go
yet flashbacks put me to an endless sleep, oh..