Distressed in spirit,
Fallen beyond Jesus Christ,
Pleasure in sins.
nothing could be the same ever again!
problems are like popups!
every other day, we're caught up!
i think of
bringing back things in to track !
but helplessly i am shattered everyday!
today i am standing on a path where
the demons are screaming in pain!
terrific is the fact that things will not change for good!
worse it will now be for sure!
......
ceaseless watcher, behold your triumph,
apathetic eyes prying into weary flesh,
the beholding, isn't it an accurate name?
you have seized what little I had left.
and as I step onto the street,
I feel them stare into my every thought,
every dark impulse, every light deceit,
all this and more finally, horribly caught.
......
Turning around, searching you, cannot feel anywhere,
neither on the earth, nor on the sky,
crying silently, walking like a shining widow,
lonely, exotic desires, why my colorless shadow?
movement of reacting self, calls for a help,
with no soul to lean on, only to crawl,
searching for empty darkness, behold shyness,
by exploring endless fantasies in fading depths of guilt,
......
That heartbeat I heard, so miserably yearned–
An ear so desperate, melancholic and afeared;
Absurdity it stirred, conferred my eyes blurred–
Adversity! So perilously longing for the end ...
Distressed in spirit,
Fallen beyond Jesus Christ,
Pleasure in sins.
ceaseless watcher, behold your triumph,
apathetic eyes prying into weary flesh,
the beholding, isn't it an accurate name?
you have seized what little I had left.
and as I step onto the street,
I feel them stare into my every thought,
every dark impulse, every light deceit,
all this and more finally, horribly caught.
......
That heartbeat I heard, so miserably yearned–
An ear so desperate, melancholic and afeared;
Absurdity it stirred, conferred my eyes blurred–
Adversity! So perilously longing for the end ...
Turning around, searching you, cannot feel anywhere,
neither on the earth, nor on the sky,
crying silently, walking like a shining widow,
lonely, exotic desires, why my colorless shadow?
movement of reacting self, calls for a help,
with no soul to lean on, only to crawl,
searching for empty darkness, behold shyness,
by exploring endless fantasies in fading depths of guilt,
......
nothing could be the same ever again!
problems are like popups!
every other day, we're caught up!
i think of
bringing back things in to track !
but helplessly i am shattered everyday!
today i am standing on a path where
the demons are screaming in pain!
terrific is the fact that things will not change for good!
worse it will now be for sure!
......