Sleeping is nowhere to be found
It's six o'clock
He has got the metallic sound
Tinkling and click
All over his head
Ached.

About the choice he made
He rethink
As the scene begins to fade
A step by step,tick tock.

Like firewood
His temper sparked
His brilliant efforts were thwarted .

dear moon,
does he think about me as much as i think about him?

Now when you paint, you've got to do it in a correct way. But make sure not to leave any lines. Otherwise you'll have to cover them up. If however you do, make sure you do it smoothly. That way no one could ever see them and your mistake will be hidden*


Blink
Now your mind begins to think
Did they see
Where could they be
EXACTLY!
Maybe I'm overthinking
What does it matter.
It's all the same.
It's blended as best as could be.
No one will ever know of the ***** deed that I did.


Up and down
Continous in repeat
May I speak
I fell in weak
Now I reek
I be
No wait
I bleed
These lines of imperfection
But twist them to a misconception
Addiction to it
I'm used to it

**** IT, AGAIN??
No worries. I'll just fix it.  


But what do they know
They can't identify
Someone of wrong
That seems right
But honeslty
They seep
And they're seen
For a Reason.
I bleed these
Because the tension is to hard for me
The vessel is corrupt
And enough is enough
But it's too rough
When these lines bleed
A release
Of ease
To please
Me
Of everything
That others don't see
Is pushed onto me
I'm free
I'm relieved
Wait...
He seen...


WAIT PLEASE DON'T LEAVE

Lines that lie of his life
Of an addicts attic for a long time
Never enough
so bundle it up
Exposed to the lies
No more
I swear I'll try
But how can you say that won't
When you can go behind my back
And just take another pack
And just continue off track
From your pact


Ah forget it...it's useless

Anyways,
Um
So i was thinking,
That you know,
Um
Oh yeah
What if
Tongues were fingers and fingers were tongues,
Would we taste what we touch
Would we touch what we taste
I don't know
Just thinking
Which i seem to do too much.

That was my weakness
I think
A lot
When someone says
You must do it the right way
What if it isn't?
Maybe the wrong could be the right
Maybe all along, we were all wrong

So what happens when we die?
For that
Why are we living in this world?
Are we being watched by some force?
Or are we just some parasite
Like the old age dinosaurs?
Why does people believe in the past
When future is progress?
And past was rust
Do we belong in here?
Or the galaxy is empty with lonely stars
Situated far away from one another?

There are a lot of things
I think
That might destroy my faith
Or restore it with solid evidences

I want to place my bed at the edge of the ocean shore
And fall asleep to the sound of the roaring waves
Where the seagulls sing a reminiscent song
When the high tide rolls in, it can wash right over me
The tide pulls back and comes again as so many things in life
I lay still in my bed waiting for the next wave to hit
Underneath a waterproof blanket I try to keep warm
The sea air surrounds me and my mind seeks shelter from the storm
This time there’s no more anger or resentment
I cast my fate to the wind and let go of the past
Love and light surrounds me