poWhen your skin is synonymous with ill-treating
When your skin means you can take a beating
When your skin means you can go dying
When your skin says you should be leaning
Evolutionary society
Imperialism, archaism making the ruling
Chanting winds of change
Carrying flags for the brave
Yet crippled like slaves
Never-ending
Soul-wrenching
Will there be a day…
When the voiceless will have their say?
Powerless I laid
Watching the winds
That would destroy the sails
And rip apart our wings
Powerless I stared
Out a window, soul bared
Veiling my eyes
Witness to the lies
Powerless I cried
Immobilized
As I perceived the End
Hiding her shrewd smile
And that knife in her hand…
Ephemeral quivers of joy
Shades of darkness scattered light
Shakes of doubts of long dark nights…
Those damning thoughts…That crippled mind
We’re a long way from home oh sweet cigarette…
Let’s break the glass
Build the ice
Far down underneath
In an abyss of misconstruction
The path to destruction
Kill my cold hearted soul
Emerging through the devil’s mold
Rise and fall
Unfathomable pain and all
Evanescence they say
It shall pass
Temperance they say
Rather to find
Live in the dire
Crawl for the liar
Daggers stabbing into a frozen heart
Lest we forget
Call it the dark side
But anger haunts my mind
You sowed nightmares into my dreams
Surrendering at every step
Creeping back to the cocoon…
Where it all started… where it’s bound to end…
In the sunshine, joyfulness lurks
Veiled smiles and the present’s perks
No future, no past
A head full of thoughts
A heart full of wounds
Disappearing within the shadows
The candlelight just glows
Barefoot in the grass
Can we tell if it will last?
You were my inspiration
Now, a dangerous decision.
The sweet caress of the wind
Against my skin…
Breathing out, breathing in
The clack of hammers on the wood
The dogs’ barks, the birds’ chirps
If I could deny it, I would
But it’d be lies as the mountains they’ve heard
My refuge, my haven, my home
I’ll miss you but that’s the way the story goes…
Dart around, guileful soul
Collect the debris
Hear the sounds…
The echoes, the screams..
The cries…
Those last a lifetime
Innermost injury,
Desperation is your equation
Affliction, your addiction
Core quivering
Thoughts feelings
Inseparability, unanimity
Deep underneath, illumination of disillusion
Deep underneath, violent hues of inspiration
Your morning cry, your lullaby…
Oceans and waves…
Your lies, they serenade…
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