Vague Bound

Unimaginable the pleasure I derive from the pain Of craving for you Unbearable the pain  I acquire from the pleasure  Of adoring you  When day becomes night  and night in turn  ripens into day  When love becomes hate  and in turn emerge  as love again  When truth comes to be lies  and in the end turns out  to be the truth  Under the starlit night sky  I write this ode  to the mysteries  of love and hate  of life and death  My goddess of oblivion  to you i submit  My heart and soul  ~Vagabond~ by   LiBiArt

For a moment when I closed my eyes and saw those eyes enchanting Closed and so peaceful yet feasting on mine for sure To soothe me, cleansed and pure To crave to see them again I close my eyes again and again with nothing but a slight trifling hope and I know I'll hold onto this delicate hope surely as I would hold onto my precious life For just a moment of bliss so brief yet significantly grave A thousand and thousand breathes would miss and A million more lives I'll die to have For just, For just, For just That pleasing moment of bliss ~Vagabond~

Oh greatness! How be you Such a temptress Great illusions Binding people To much delusions. From the peak Vastly nothing Below their feet

when all around everyone is so witty words become more than just slutty disguised in awfully clever chains of words cuts at your heart like sharp edged swords dumbstruck, mesmerized they leave you in awe to bow, to bend, to crawl after on your paws yes indeed words are strangely powerful tools used and abused mostly on simple minded fools

The maker meets the fakers The critics and the haters Disproportionately passionate The kneelers and the sultanate The cruelest abusers ill minded accusers The loyal and the royal The normal and abnormal The poor fated losers The homeless and the faithless The Adams family.

See I've heard you being mentioned a thousand times. In numerous temples, churches and shrines. Alas! I am still plagued by the mystery of your sight. So I look under a rock, I look into darkness and light. I rip my chest and look for you in my heart and I find nothing but mere discomfort. So I look for your resemblance in things similar. Concluding that you are everything near and far. P.S - The actual title has been modified for viewer discretion.

And when the day arrives, I shall serve my creators dutifully, as they once didst me, on their sick bed. I shall soothe every painful cry, I shall become their eyes and ears, whenas they cannot hear or see, and keep them fed. This my honor and my glory, in it my duty and valor. The kind hands shall be paid in worth and more. The comfort and protection shall always be remembered. For in their image i was created. They who i shall become.