Longing sleep.

A beautiful smile,
once reached her eyes.

Now they are filled,

with tears of time.

When one is lost,

the other has to cry.

But why do tears,
have to wash her dry.

She walks a path,

with the reason unknown.

Darkness sneaks in,

creating a lie of its own.

Now she lives in fear,

her eyes tight shut.

She swings her knife,

forgetting whom to cut.

She looks into a mirror,

sees the one.

Who drove her mad,

now he has come.

Death came to her,

she can finally sleep.

In the arms of the man,

for whom she was weak.

Mischievous mind

I lay here staring at the sky,

I was just about to shut my eye.

When a thought crossed my mind,

Are you bored with your life?

Whatever life throws at you,

You always have a clue.

Your soul is seeping away,

Your emotions are losing their way.

Then curiosity took a breath,

The mysterious were one to help.

Life was about to be claimed,

Was boredom really slain?

I sit there in my pile of thought,

Complaining what time has bought.

When it was me who didn’t thrive,

Now go and get a life!

The sarcasm in my voice,

Told me ,

Ahead is a bothersome night,

Tomorrow the sun will smile,

As I sit here without a dream.

I got up and made some tea,

Determined to decipher,

What those thoughts mean,

Until then,

Its not gonna let me sleep.

The thoughts are a worthless cry,

did nothing but waste my time.

I lay back with a sigh,

Cursing my mischievous mind.

Words

Let it rhyme,

let it speak.

Let your words,

help your emotions heal.

Fighting hard,

push with pain.

Know your limits,

make them break.

Choose a path,

choose a lane.

Choose truthfully,

or it's all in vain.

Create something,

then destroy the same.

For destruction gives birth,

to a new reign.

Live as a victim,

then become a savior.

For people don't know,

your true nature.

Look for your purpose,

look for a meaning.

For life is meant for more,

than just living.

To get the answer,

forget the question.

Let your heart teach you,

your biggest lesson.

A broken momento.

A broken memento.

A fake smile,

your powdered nose,

your new found glamor,

is enchanting of course.

Now you are my mistress,

and i am your Butler.

You have grown into a princess,

but not like we once dreamed with laughter.

You sneak away with me,

to be yourself once more.

But is this the way to live,

in this charade of yours.

Run away with me,

from this world of yours.

Lets escape to reality,

and live once more.

I know it's romantic,

but it's a lot more than that.

We will be free to be authentic,

and have our old days back.

Your voice has vanished,

have you turned on me?

I seem to be banished,

after all a slave i see.

Was it love that you wanted,

or the idea of entirety.

My every movement seems haunted,

with your mendacity.

Now i sing of your return,

like a broken toy.

In your darkroom glitters,

an hopeless joy.

Driven insane

Sailing the skies,
i felt the wind.
Breaking all my ties,
making me free within.

Was it the loneliness,
or was it my silence?
that actually broke free,
making me live in violence.

The earth shook beneath me,
and the wind roared.
Oh boy, was i in danger,
endangering the town.

It was the humans crookedness,
that once made me cry.
Now i sing of its wickedness,
as a helpless sigh.

What has become of me?
was it my mistake?
did i take it too personally,
or was i meant to break.

They brought me to my knees,
as i smiled with a thought.
Can he really judge me,
one who reeks of fault.

World is wrong,
the world is a shame.
It lives in a illusion,
and they call me insane.

Wake up my dreamers,
can't you here my boom?
It's time to end this monstrosity,
and rise up from your tomb.

A life of mystery,

yet feels so certain.

As if history's repeating itself,

at this very second.

Shall i wait for surprises,

or should i sail for one,

or should i turn into a man,

whose heart beats for none.

I left in search of an adventure,

or in search of a soul.

Who lives in uncertainty,

Whose life has no goal.

Whose every step is a mystery,

and life always at risk.

Thoughts are unscheduled,

and on his face a mighty fist.

Alone i sat in the bar,
with nothing but lost hope,

when i saw him drinking beer
& choking someone's throat.

My heart pounded heavily,

but not with excitement,

to the sight of this personality,

leading a life of a destitute.

Realization hit me,

hit me with the truth.

Pulling me back to reality,

to live a life of a hoot.

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