What a wonderful world, where people can come to life
A place, where ones like me lead like a butter through a knife
A land, where people like us, they're lead by the meek
A land, where all I can call myself is just weak
I have so many memories of this place that I'll never share
Seeing things, learning things, but to talk of them I'd never dare
All my memories will be lost in time, just like yours or theirs
That's just how the average tiny man in this world fares
A land, where all of us live only to learn and then die
Where that knowledge isn't shared, it's just yours or mine
Where we raise our sons and daughters not knowing our fate
After this, living in a fair, equal world is something I'd hate

Mother... father... you've raised someone such as yourselves
Someone who's ripe for this world's picking, someone well
I must thank all ancestors for making us so wretched
It's easier for us and the world to bury the hatchet
I don't hate you anymore, mom and dad.
You made me willing to die right.

And I danced on the mellow sounds of the grammophone
With dozens of friends standing aside
And they enjoyed the feast and at least
I was overcome with joy

I sat amongst a crowd of mannequins
Their fabricated smiles warmed me
And I danced on the music of the creaking windows
Ignoring the cracks around me

We celebrated in glee and raised our glasses
A speech, they demanded
A speech, I granted

And I spoke on the spot, glass in hand
In an empty room I remained

Each and every of us is a story
Story in my life
We never met physically
But we're family

We all weave our separate stories
But from a distance they are one
We all come from different places in this world
But in this screen we are one

Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being my family
Thank you for being my happy memories
Thank you for being my life.

Blurred visions linger
         the longest in mind
When one dreams about
                                      the apocalypse
        The other flounders
      
        But for they are the same
                 And the light is with them
                 It displays mere cracks in the skin
        And the wind blows them away


                                             Clumps of broken dreams created
                                             Figments tainting the soul


For your mask speaks
Your heart speaks louder



                                                                                    Stay strong.

Blank faces walk past me
A visual elegy
In the morning past the city streets
Yet everyone persists so dimly
The overcast retracts the colour from my sight
As if it is midnight
And traces, shapes of phases
My shoelaces untangle themselves and I fall
Flat

The phasing interrupts my morning stroll
Predators on the prowl
Clad in amber
Stalking through the morning night mass
Hearts locked, empty locket
Deafening the peace in its trail
Chasing my tail and once I'm had
It detains me, immobilises me, I am
Caught

The city of black and white
Has no time for shades of grey
And yet the vivid colours bond
But yet I tripped
And in the black and white streets
I was trapped in technicolor

it is important not to set the bar too high
to reach a peak so soon
it burdens the mind

the mind is like a field
continuous rich harvests burden the land
a poor harvest is required to allow the land to recover

if one continues to raise the bar each time
only disappointment will ensue
to find yourself in a position where you can’t satisfy even yourself
it truly is distressing
but stagnation is important for prolonging one’s creativity
so you can slowly improve
and eventually bring yourself closer to that bar you raised so high
until you are ready to raise it once more

His existance is a sin
His left arm is remarkably thin
His torso is built like a tank
But he has a heart of glass

He wishes he was dead
But they refuse to pull him out
Each time the heart rate monitor beeps
Nobody but the mutant weeps

Each beep is like a shockwave
It feels like sandpaper to his brain
He wants to sever himself from this machine
That causes him extreme pain

Trapped in the vanity of his form
He is enveloped in his misery
To serve as entertainment for his sadistic creators
Is the reason why he was born

Street light's red
He fondles his girl
She appreciates his touch
Love is in the air tonight
The ****** tension is unbearable
They cannot wait to get home
To explore each other's bodies in bed

Street light's amber
The car behind honks its horn
He is caught off guard
His girl gets up to look out of the sunroof
Her denim shorts rest against his face
He is distracted by her glamour

Street light's green
He slams his foot down on the pedal
The engine revs and the vehicle jerks forward
He hasn't even grabbed the wheel yet
His girl loses her balance and falls into him
His hands knock the wheel
The car swerves into the intersection
He curses and tries to gain control of the car
His girl tries to regain her balance
But a semi ploughs into the vehicle from the left
The vehicle is tipped onto its side and scrapes against the street
His girl screams and tries to get back inside
Another car speeds by in panic and it hits his girl
Her head is ripped off by the impact
He is knocked unconscious
Their foolishness caused this scene

Sirens ring in the distance
He regains his consciousness and climbs out of the wreck
He evaluates the damages to figure out the costs
But he stumbles upon a sight which will haunt him to this day
The body of his girl spread out and mutilated by the crash
Her blood pours out of her neck and pools in the street
This night was to end in splendour
Yet their actions only resulted in misery