estranged

plead with the conscious

vain adventures 

It is void in the infinite of regret 

Sometimes,

When it get quiet, 

You will hear them whisper, 

Low and loud

Like waves in and out

Sanity

Toxicity

Estranged

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colder

It is a game

I have played

run after the ball,

Hands high,

Dived for the ball

It is selfish

There are no rules,

I have bled

Eyes on her lips

Gave all for nothing

I have played but left Victims of broken hearts…

…from my adventures

when you meet one that loves you,

and you break up,

the heart is a little colder than before

Loop

The skies are empty

Empty alright, for the day

Maybe a sunset will colour my heart

But for a candle light

Blown cold at the dawn of the stars

Would they shine like before?

All these memories of us,

That I am by myself

That I should erase the slates

How do I?!

I am stuck in a tune…

… Of a chirping sparrow from the day

Her lullabies sooth my soul no more

Loop

The skies are empty

Empty alright, for the day

Maybe a sunset will colour my heart

But for a candle light

Blown cold at the dawn of the stars

Would they shine like before?

All these memories of us,

That I am by myself

That I should erase the slates

How do I?!

I am stuck in a tune…

… Of a chirping sparrow from the day

Her lullabies sooth my soul no more

Fade

Of the promises

Each taken with a sigh

When we kiss,

To love forever

We never meant…

…To hurt forever

Oh maybe we forgive,

Today,

The next day

The day after

And the other day after

Hearts for shells,

Rattling guns and shreds

To imagine we could become whole again,

and observe life from a dying seed

watch the leaves sprout…

it is a new sun

Life is beautiful,

Love is painful

Yet colourful,

Within the nothingness of every moment ,

Subtly we fade

Life on Mars

A butcher’s hands…

Clotted with blood inside fungal nails

He sets a table

Lays a rose by the candlestick

My love, won’t you eat tonight?

It’s liver and hearts,

Scooped out of drunken souls

That which fills a man,

Love…

Lust, romance, kinship

Desperate eyes,

Blood shot

Veins pop,

Minds explode

The demons rage

The images she will never forget

Pinned on a wall

He found his way from the back

Growling in her ears

What was not seen,

but heard

deprived,

Fouled

The whispers in the dark,

Sighs and moans

When I lay awake,

When she falls asleep,

The life on Mars

Two sad souls scrapping the dead soils

We tread separate paths

And we meet again

Trying to erase the slates in our minds

To live the pain again

I should have fought harder

Winter bird

Walk a flowering garden

The chirps are noises

In this dark epitome

Where my soul swims

In the winds of nothingness

To hold meaning to these emotions

Love another man’s woman

His blue eyes are foreign,

Like a stretching canvas

That kisses the skies

His voice is a charm

Like a light rain on the roof

Wake her up from the eternal slumber

I see it in her eyes

She that yields to his desires

Her own fantasies

My own nightmares

Lay in his arms

in my silence I am crushed

Like snowflakes

Beneath your feet

Small to the eye

Faint for your ears

Can’t you see l bleed for you?

Why chase a winter bird?

Knot

Trapped in a dead man’s watch, 
A young man’s soul sinks in the abyss 

Falling through echoes and whispers 

The tailor only made the tie

Sold it to a friend, 

And the user’s guide he keeps

Beneath a cracked mug, 

“the pain never goes away”

Whisky stains on the pages

Of a father’s will to his son

He stares at the knot in the mirror

“I never get it right”

And steps off a leaning chair

Unseen

“We was walking in the mall the other day,”

“we saw a lot of faces.”

And in the evening,

“We was kissing and cuddling,”

“Screaming and fucking”

“It was absolutely amazing!”

Sorry!

In the sense that we all want to be seen

Not just another shadow that passes by

The search for importance,

yet meaningless,

the conversations about ourselves,

Dressed in colours

The music on the radio is the beat of the street

Maybe we find a soul that beats as one
He asked, “of all the faces you saw, how many do you remember? ”

I said, “a few faces.”

“But they were lots of faces?”

“Yeah!”

“Can you try to remember any vivid faces?”

“Yeah!”

“Someday you will wake up and realise, you are unseen.”

And that was the most painful thing he ever said to me.

But why was it painful? He is seeing me, and that’s all that matters.

He said, “when you are girl, a beautiful lady, boys look at you because they want you. Men look at you because they want you. Girls look at you because they want to be like you. And women look at you because they were once like you.”

you walked today in the mall, and got all heads turning to look at you. Someday, you will walk in the same mall, on the same street, and I will be the only head that turns, to look at you, because you will be unseen.”

“the faces you remember most vividly at the mall are more likely younger. But those in the shadows, the unseen faces, are what we all become sometime not far away.”

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