Brightly colored smiles,
Laughs worth a million miles,
Hands held tight,
Don’t give up without a fight.
Same old setting,
Made from lies of letting
Tear fall down
Cheeks painted like a clown…
Pretty, pretty, pretty…
Locked in the big scary city.
Cold and glistering
Was anybody listening?
Clean and tidy
Cheers on every Friday!
No one sees
What’s above the knees…
Cloak the sky in black
Cradle what once was me,
There is no turning back.
It’s time to finally see
That all that is holy
Can not truly be just.
We are not so lowly,
Overtaken by lust!
The time has begun,
We are not meant for the gallows,
After all is said and done
Even angels have shadows…
Your hands, they mold me,
Your voice, made me see
What is beautiful…
What is suitable…
You were my hero,
I was the zero.
The mistake you made
That was close to the blade.
You say it’s not so,
Then why did you go?
Why was I alone?
I am not your clone!
I know it was hard,
I know you are scarred,
But you didn’t ask,
So it will not last…
Never given a choice,
There are rules that apply,
To let out your true voice
You are forced to belie.
Either you are the first
Or you stand as second,
Like a demon, you are cursed
To answer when beckoned.
Don’t break the iron rules
It will only delay.
In the end we are fools
We forgot there is gray…
The times have past
When I was high.
Fallen at last
Without asking why.
Living a dream,
Was my goal to reach,
Only to scream
When I heard you preach.
I was too free
For this world of yours,
Don’t you agree?
You never gave me chores.
Lover dearest, can’t you hear?
My calling from not so near.
I ask, beg for you only,
I plea when I’m lonely.
Yet I have no solace,
You are forever awless.
I gave you my heart to hold
When yours was bitterly cold.
Was I treding too loudly,
When you looked at me proudly.
Or was that a fantasy,
To escape cruel reality.
Withered flowers
On the cold floor,
Not many hours
Before the war.
Has prayer failed?
Or is this hell?
Last breath exhaled,
Final man fell.
Living a dream,
From far away.
Ear piercing scream,
It ends today.
One, two, three, four…
Hear a loud knock
On the small door.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Five, six, seven, eight…
They broke the lock
On the town gate.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Nine, ten… Ten, nine…
Around the clock
You hear the chine.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Eight, seven, six, five…
Can I sweet talk?
Go for a drive?
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
Four, three, two, one…
I start to gawk
At the black gun.
Tick, tock, tick…
As the lion stalks the fields
So do humans draw their shields.
For a battle or a hunt.
The time has come to confront
The pray in the fields
Until the weak yields.
No different from a beast
We prepare for a feast.
As though it brings us power
We start to devour
All that’s in our path
So fear the human wrath.
Knowledge equals power
In a world of lies.
Those who have it tower
Over those who are wise.
Secrets of the people,
Aren’t kept in stories,
Watching from the steeple
Searching for their quarries.
The gears started turning
When choosing was allowed.
Then we began learning
What it means to be proud.
It was meant to be sin,
Not a new beginning,
But with a cheeky grin
We managed winning.
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