Solitary masquerade

i sleep my fears away
as the flowers they
wither with me and die by end of the day
i dream of birds in my play
will they chant and sing
the choirs and the words and chants may

i melt my life in
and the choirs may
bring out the pain i swallow everyday
i sent my fears in
and the fears may
hide in the core I’m dying when they sway

i stand in front of the world
and the world may
see my strength I’m lonely on the stage
they mock my tears
and lonely masquerade
i’ll hold it until the end by the end of the day

the false judgments of eyes
and the worlds that disobey
spare me from the eyes i want to walk away
the half i miss
and where my rest lay
shall remain as it is till the end of my way

For my withered

I lay my hands on the dirt
where once you stepped
I prey my soul away with tears
where you forever slept

ending dreams of salvation
I saved no tears for your reborn
descending for depths of damnation
my grave has carved upon

my play of weeping children
where my heavenly promised one died
has paid it’s final ransom
the heart still remains tied

i shall not forget your fragrant
skin and words that sprayed away
i shall not forget the vows of
crimson rivers I’d led astray

entwining us with scent of decadent
the godless heaven that’s become my home
i shall run away with my indulgent
drawings i carved for eternity of warmth

ps: ok i feel emo so what lol

For my dead beloved one’s

you have won all the love
to get inside the shell
you get to see from above
what’s started to dwell

silently explained
sickness became pain
endlessly impaled
mindlessly lets play sane

nothing stays
just like a passing phase
for what I’ve been said
I’ll just lie where it laid

some far we have passed
holding each other’s hand
it’s another way to flow
among the gods my path still so low

so fair to have been loved
when I’m asked I’d not deny to bow
to spare my every dead beloved
from hate,I’m left behind with somehow

living the lifeless

night times we have under the tree
we created nowhere to be free
is calling me loud come and sleep
under the wings and inside the lap of thee

sorrowful eyes that pierce and see
burning the flesh so fragile and mean
digging and looking for something cannot be
not seeing what was and always have been

shed look in the places forsaken by men
taken by them who will devour even hell
shaken but fighting to hold on till when
the silence shed dream of has built up the shell

stay calm inside the rain like not soaked
spread arms and make up to world in peace
who have been washed and chewed up and thrown
out of the cloud lost and torn in seas

hardly feeling the beat of the life
surviving the storms of internal fires
badly wounded in battle to satisfy
something to cherish her vital desires

The Purity

whatever kills me
has this fantasy
holds this irony
dressed with a mockery

intense in tyranny
mind stays stealthily
brought up thoughtfully
hatred curtains me

hate you hardly
hatred breathes free
covered up mystery
living in this degree

unwanted misery
rejected going to be
hung up in gallery
painted in agony

this dying purity
destined to never seen
beautiful slithery
end of this might’ve been