A moment of ease,

when i look at you,

But my heart tends to freeze,

when you stare back like a statue.

My heart starts beating like a tribal drum,

when you start walking my way,

My face goes shades of red almost numb,

when your chocolate spikes come in full display.

My breathing goes fast having you so close,

then you walk past me pushing me out of your way.

I keep glancing down at my toes,

then i hear the girl behind me shout 'Hey'.

You,
And you've seem to have fallen like a soldier amongst
The leaves of autumn.
Oh is this the life you dreamed of?
And what is it that you're trying to whisper as the world disappears?
Dare I believe it’s my name?
Oh, Pray it’s my name.

Lets fall and entwine with the leaves together.
And as you look away into your world
I whisper one last farewell.

And,
What was once told has been lost in the child’s heart
As it grew into the man you have become.
Tell me, what heavenly creature descended upon you?
What was whispered in your ear that night?
Dare I believe it was my name?
Oh, pray it was my name.

Lets fall and entwine with the autumn leaves together
And as you look away into your world
I whisper one last goodbye.

And as you fall like a red-stained leaf
I’ll try to catch your last breath
And as you fall like my last tear
I’ll try to be the one for you
And as you become the man you were born to be
I’ll sit nearby and watch you cry.

Autumn whispers echo in the hallway
Of a forgotten love and his dreams
Autumn whispers lay nearby
Amongst the leaves of yesterday

Lets fall and entwine with the autumn leaves together
Lets be as one, forever
But as you look away into your own world
I’ll whisper one last goodbye...

I’ll whisper our Autumn gone

going to war to prevent war

they say every man will defend
when in fact it's a means to an end
something egocentric
a valour
a glory
a small gain for uncountable loss

a crusade ethos of the government
when the governor's meant
to be a guardian of interests
yet to guard his own interests
he'd rather tear a hole
in the only things some people know

a hero, a death
a medal, a death
an honour, a death
a victory, a death
or is it the other way around? i forget

a strong-hearted media
which will only feed to you
a story to spin an election.

and I can wholeheartedly say
the only state
which I possess the mind to believe in
is that state in which you've left this crater

devil's land once called home