I heard it from three stories above
Candlelight sparkling dark windows of dawn
A melody, murderous sounds of a dagger
Brutal weeps of ripped strings in mourn
The man haunts in song, in laughter
Hums quietly, in his staff he banters
With a violin he slaughters
We were attached
by the same red string.
Except ours is wrapped around
our necks and each
time it gets harder and harder
to breathe; love wants
us together, but yet fate says
we simply cannot be.
So finely woven
Entwined with threads of truth,
Of harsh realities
And with every cut,
The weight grows unbearable
And the unbearable becomes restless
Until your holding onto
Fingers burning onto
The last string
The last standing string
- that is Faith.
memories seem fragile and yet one has no control
it's a confusing network of strings
intertwining with one another
I wish I had a pair of scissors
golden and beautiful, able to cut the strings
which have clung to my heart for all of eternity
Swept me away (again)
In land of
Yet, a foreign slate
Harder to let go
That stings more
Meeting you in
Where I can be yours?
Tied Strings are a way Stronger !!
But See the sky Kites can't fly any longer !!
"no strings attached,"
I let you
string me along
and now you have me
wrapped around your fingers.
An irreverent force
armed in localised wars
Flames of rage displayed in waves
Some strings attached
to bring about more force
Shattered glass and burnt bricks
won't fix what a voice is worth
But irrelevance when oppressed
blinded with contempt seeks to vent
So many mistakes are blamed to
create what is made of the states
Powers that be have a responsibility
to assist those in need without them bending the knee
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The savior of the strings
The blade that softly stings
There’s a lot here and in short I’m glad that **** is all behind me