Let me teach you in the arts of deception
and the bitter way's of truth.

Speaking to the empty soul I knew
just the other day.
Cast outside the internal core we all can
never trust.

Liar ,*******,Worthless image that does appear as
my so called reflection.

Taught to hate and tolerated by fear.
Emptyness you've created a strange creature to
which ive chosen to erase.

No music plays in a films melodramatic score.
The credits wont run white over black.
As the theater crowd spills into the street.

I want to hurt only to know what it
is to once again feel.
No secrets in the souls darkest shadow
may I no longer conceal.

Broken souls shattred glass apon the
white sands.
Ive stared at the image.
Till I can no longer recall who I am.

The bitterness in pain shattred apon
the floor.
Only shards do remain.
Mixed with blood apon the floor.

how is it possible to forget you,
cuz you are my heart and soul
to whom i want to give my time and all,
by how much extent  i'll succeed to do this ,
i dont know ,
but i'll try my best to show,
that what i feel what i want from you ,
as night coming down and your dreams coming to my eyes,
which i want best to see while
sleeping and realise ,
i love my dreams only with you and want to be come true ,
but if it'll not come true,
then i'll broke and my pieces will be shattred on the floor in before you,
days go and go and my feel goes deeper,
to that extent you cant imagine and feel where we are ,
my many words only you can understand only ,
because you are within my heart and every feel of me,
without you i dont know how long i'll alive,
but i know that till the time i am with you ,
i can keep you all right ,
in my words living means to keep you happy and keep your satisfaction ,
in my world sun rises for you to light up your world ,
so that i can see my path which leads to your life ,
which is a heaven for me and in which i live and which you believd it's mine ,
at last you have understood that i cant run i can fly,
all i need is you and i.

sins and it's correspondense to luck,
on a tree house on an empty island am stuck,
helping hand for help in the present eyes,
just a foolish thought i dried,
essay of problems are here to be understand,
helpless i become tightly holding my self hand,
empty selection of friends results the lost of faces,
forgetfullness is better in that top time of spliting shoe laces,
peoples are gentle but to insert the drug ,
so that there need ,
become necessary business for there greed,
fel of helpless words is foundation;and frustation,
being of influence in strom under shattred hood,
life feels as punitive and lost the dots of happy smelling sandalwood,
drops of frozen tears stops on skin ,
cosy warm nothing remains ,
good as tight string,
beging for need and confident wealth ,
bending down head touched knees i need help .