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Al’ Shaysaban.
Break the silence, and come crash my foolish world, your silence pierce right through me, and it’s painful for you to understand, but emotions is trying to find their path, Desperately be seeking their blast, and I know, I know that you’re hiding to survive, the naked truth is in disguise, and yes, I’m all here for you. So you can come and dance, I know you like to dance, you can come and dance on my grave, send a shiver down to my spine, so I can hear your laugh and awake my soul, and tell the wind, to take your leaves where ever you wants them to go, and spread your tunes, to enchant my world, while leaving the lights that I saw. All I want you is to ask yourself: is it easy to go?
My green one, I know that you’re not mine, but I know for sure, that you are for me, I can see you all the time, It’s like seeing you, in every blink, in every simple task of an unmoral day, sometimes, when we’re together, whenever I look away, the moment I look back at you, it’s like, I’m seeing you for the first time in life, I fear you, I can taste the same fear underneath my tongue. my green one, my thrill, my agony, and my grief, I’m lost in the depth of your eyes, lost in the sound of your complement laughs, I’m lost, lost in your vacant smile.
Another night’s gone, and I know there will be another way, to see you, to feel you, to tease that eternal goodbye, to steal the promises, and the everlasting dreams. To call my sins, to give you my soul, and to feel a live one more time.
without you. it’s only; Desolation, grief and agony.
Though she wounded me beyond pain, I too infected deep hurt, not born to murder her; still I sought to break her. With a small silver hummer of exquisite design, I would seek the exact point at which even the gentlest pressure would smash the glass.
A vision that has been burnt into me, a vision of heaven, in the darkness, I gaze at the light, the light in which I should have bathed alone.
Who cares if destiny can turn around? Destiny can’t replace my thin sound; Scary shadows of my past are alive. There are demons in my head, not one but five, with every plan of my life, there’s something wrong. “Destiny of a lie”, demons are singing, a scary song, I need another chance to fight a different enemy. I found it to be unfair, not to find a distant sanity, I played the part and took the blame, But they kept playing, like it still the same. I feel in my heart that nothing is real. And I can’t take it, if my heart won’t heal.
I’m working on an interruption of hypocrisy, the battle will be endless, no fear, no mercy. A broken hope and souls will decease, An ancient rope and a choking breeze, What awaits us is a dark paradise, Collecting souls just to analyze, Five was the number, given by the magic dice, So sank will be my heart, and my soul in ice. But water shall be onto my fire. I don’t want to please them for everfeel,
I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn’t know you had inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of Chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends, you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he’ll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you’ll go somewhere new. And you’ll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.
The Holiday
The sky is of darkest grey, flickering fires light the way. A cold wind pierce through my bones, My clothes and skin are ripped by thorns. This land is dead and dry, Unknown creatures howling to the sky. Black birds of prey circle the sky, He sees pale faces pass him by.
He hears the shadows moan, But he walks this path alone. Darkness fills his heart with chilling fear, How did he ever end up here? A nameless fear he cannot quell, This place where death seems to dwell
Through he wants to turn around, Enchanting voices urge him on. A chilling, frightening sound, They sing to him with soothing words, Bold words spreads across the land, Bragging tongues speak. Carelessly, Know he not what is to come, they’ll hunt him down restlessly. Now here he stand in pouring rain, s they comes riding down the path, He will learn the meaning of pain, As subject to their endless wrath. One man down 4 to go, Consider yourselves warned, they’re coming for the rest of us, And they’ll have no remorse
I’m racked by pangs that conquer trust, Nothing in this place but a manic lust. My mind tingle, and my heart is sick, If my blood won’t creep, my nerves will prick. The wheel of life speeding’s slow, And I’m no sheep, to go with the flow, No one nears me, when my light is low, No one hears me, if I pop or blow.
I have it still, all the distress of spirit, And all the tension of its minute. But all that I need is here with me, I need no one to make it be, I have it still, the arrows, and the bow. And the duty, maybe something big, who knows, Something huge, grand, fair, but fat. I think you know it, “THE GOAL TO AIM AT”
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