Friday, 27 April 2012
Reality
The queen looks at the stars
The soldier at his scars
Bound to save the queen
Even if he's torn apart
The newborn comes into the world
The old man brings up his sword
One to meet angels of his
One to slay the dead outside that lives
The broken man sees the pressures of live
The hidden demon inside and his lies
The world is hell itself
The world is a better place
The tears coming from the flashing eyes
The laughter from the clown inside
Burn down the pain away
Stand there happy and gay
The hands of the tiny mice
The bite of the painful cries
Hold a humongous bowl
For the pain that crawls
The heart of the depressed man
The soul of the hollow child
One who cries of the love he needs
One who has hate in mind
The world of the outer world
The songs of the ones unheard
Dream beyond the world of ours
Scream beyond the deaf man's power
The ability to sieve the truth
The art to hide ones lies
Can lead to a broken heart
Or plain satisfaction inside
The soldier at his scars
Bound to save the queen
Even if he's torn apart
The newborn comes into the world
The old man brings up his sword
One to meet angels of his
One to slay the dead outside that lives
The broken man sees the pressures of live
The hidden demon inside and his lies
The world is hell itself
The world is a better place
The tears coming from the flashing eyes
The laughter from the clown inside
Burn down the pain away
Stand there happy and gay
The hands of the tiny mice
The bite of the painful cries
Hold a humongous bowl
For the pain that crawls
The heart of the depressed man
The soul of the hollow child
One who cries of the love he needs
One who has hate in mind
The world of the outer world
The songs of the ones unheard
Dream beyond the world of ours
Scream beyond the deaf man's power
The ability to sieve the truth
The art to hide ones lies
Can lead to a broken heart
Or plain satisfaction inside
Friday, 20 April 2012
Monday, 16 April 2012
Death
If Death comes to those who think about it,
Why am I still alive?
If Death comes to those who think about it,
Why do I still survive?
If Death comes to those who sin,
Why am I still breathing?
If Death comes to cowards,
Why am I left alone?
If Death comes to those who are guilty,
Why do I still have a home?
If Death is desperately needed,
Why don't I just die?
Friday, 13 April 2012
The Creep
hello, remember me?
i used to be when you couldn't see.
the difference between truth and lies,
the difference between friends and spies.
hi, forgotten me?
i am called the creep.
due to these cuts so deep,
i am called the creep.
you, standing there.
do you feel scared, seeing me here?
after all these years, you still seem so dear.
after all these years, you still seem so near.
you standing there so far.
i am the one from which they shy away.
due to the sadistic things i say,
i am the one from which they shy away.
hi, forgotten me?
i am called the creep.
due to these cuts so deep,
i am called the creep.
Sunday, 8 April 2012
Depth Within The Deep
The tiny hands given to us by God
Are Now being used to Shed Innocent Blood
In a way no one would ever realize.
That we're Being the Puppet and the Puppeteer.
Humanity is now a concern, a Concern we all are concerned about.
But the Meaning of the Word concern has moved 360 degrees around.
A human is one when he means something to us, a relation he shares with us.
He's nothing if we mean nothing to them, they mean nothing to us.
A show is going on, Show made by Satan.
Everybody has tickets, Everybody is in.
Everyone is thirsty for the Blood of a fellow human being.
Even though we know we are wrong, We just try to cover our mistakes by singing a Song that we are still holding on.
Life is Deep but we have made it shallow by calling it monotonous and boring.
Little to we realize that we are Architects, Architects of our Own Destiny.
But it seems to be a foolish concept cause Architects are ones who only stick to buildings and Walls.
We have a mind and a brain, to learn to gain.
But if killing and tearing apart ones dreams are now considered to be learning and are the rules of our life called game.
It would be better if we had no heart, or a mind or a brain.
Hate is a stronger Emotion than Love, Yet it seems to be easier to give up on Hate rather than Love.
The Difference between love and lust is not sorted. Love for a Body is seen often, but love for the Personality?
Well that's another Level cause to love a Personality, We have to know what it means.
Sufferings now are being medicinally treating, given names, a new branch of medicine, called Psychology.
They say it's the study of the soul, but isn't it funny to even try to heal a dead soul?
And astonishing is the fact that what a person sees might be the truth, yet he is considered to be a psychopath.
The World is full of Sorrows, Hope is a fading Word.
Being Happy is killing other's joys and giving them pain so that we excel.
This is the World, This is the real World. This is the World we don't really see. This is the Deep World and this is the Depth within the Deep.
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