Vague Bound

miserable writings on the wall blue and red and white as snow simple it is of what u call nature has it that rivers flow the water flows into the sea never questions about it's deed we've all seen it, you and me spreading freshness so that life can breed every year it's life is same never complains about it's fate never looks for a one to blame ever thankful and knows not hate ever wondered if u were him would you not complain and cry for such is the misery of human kind the rivers flow until it's dry

The whole world and you and everything else, Are mere tools and catalysts, like magnifying glasses, To look into myself, my soul and that which is within me. To know it's good and evil, It's beauty and ugliness, It's noble and wicked intentions In my eternal quest for the truth. Obsessed with you, was I not? Helpless against this obsession, was I not? Against the daemon within me, The daemon I was and The daemon that it would make me, Was I not? That which was within me, That which you could never See or hear, feel or reach, That which I must face and confront, Make peace with alone. And in this battle, in this war I have come to realize that Which had seemed to me as true, Was but an illusion I had created the daemon had created for me For I was never obsessed with you or anything else but my own self My desires and wishes, My heart and soul, My hopes and wishes and my pleasures and pains. Such was my need to possess and own myself, that which i hold so dearly and selfis...

You've forgot so much more Since the last time you know The tears the joy the memory fades the feelings are long gone Remote distant are those fears Far away is that bliss Like invisible hands they hold you back Like dark clouds always behind you How do you return to times long gone Those eternal moment from far away time Time is the only silent witness Eternal immortal mysteries of this life

Early sunday morning and i've been watching all the people pass me by With their meanings and their feelings and all in their luxury cars People talking, people walking and someones feeling high Some are laughing some are crying and someone just died All around life seems busy I just sit here doing nothing Day and night im doing nothing Im pretty happy doing nothing cos There can be no one better than me at doing nothing, doing nothing, do do do do do doing nothing

A red rose on the ground Home of your eternal slumber I bid farewell until your found My worthy companion To you i leave my past I retain only this moment And the next or the last For you i leave what's spent Soon i'll dig your bones Soon when ill be alone Bleed myself on rosy thorns a red rose has surely moaned

I give up yeah i give up for good I suppose i could just fall again Fall a bit lower from where i stood Into the bottomless pit of pain But i was high in the heavens I dont know how it all happened Im almost at the depths of hell In chains of pain locked in a cell

Though a thousand steps apart I know in my heart That you feel me somehow That you feel me somehow Not just a chapter But a whole book in your life Your haunting presense I still feel somehow I still feel somehow On dark lit nights When stars shine bright These intense signs Would dance the skies Would dance the skies

So many masks that i have worn or rather so many i've taken off Everyday I prove to myself That I am not the mask i used to wear I claw away I peel away Until the blood Untill the bone So I may know So I may see what is true

There is not a single life Not a single soul Who can take your form Or your thoughts Your lies, your truth Your joys and pain your tears and sorrow those eternal memories This whole reality A bittersweet story and all the mysteries within belongs only to you Only to you

A certain tremor in the air A certain tremble in my bones As if hell itself approaching dark, cruel and unforgiving Yet while being so familiar Though dreadfully horrifying And though helplessly defenseless I brace my soul desperately To be plunged into the depths By my legs, My soul to burn.

I see you drained Totally constrained While I'm deranged Simply untrained I blame you You blame me Your not wrong Neither am I It's just life so hold it's hand

As i keep playing with the writer His emotions and his feelings I discover the whole of creation within his mind The romeo, the saint the wicked murderer The wild beasts of the jungle and the angels up high the father, the mother the baby newborn all trapped within a singular reality

An overinflated sense of romance A tragic fate, a wishful desire This strange and erratic dance A muse and the lack thereof

The black lights high up in the sky casted dark black rays all over the land. The world was being soaked in magnificent black darkness. It was a miraculous sight to behold. Everything was at peace. Still and motionless in the dark. But the creatures of the light afraid of the peaceful darkness blocked the glorious black rays from the sky with their lamps and lights. Here and there they disrupted the peace, with their evil deeds under the protection of their dreadful lights. It was as if the whole world was shedding bitter tears when the sun poked through the horizon with its gloomy golden shine. And chaos was abundant. All hope for peace was lost. The land desperate for the soothing embrace of the black lights in the sky prayed in silence, for better nights ahead.

Everything is bought in life, where the currency can be anything from money to a simple kiss. As a young kid you buy your parents affection with cuteness and obedience. With your parents love you buy yourself a decent education and prolly a happy childhood. Then you go on to buy yourself a good job with your education and then a life partner to share your life with your salary. You pay for the upbringing of your child with love, patience and care so that in the end you may just be able to buy yourself a good coffin to rest your bones. Nothing comes for free.

small are words like little blunt swords makes you weak they don't make you bleed burn down to ash to rise and fly from trash it is the caretaker a worthy gift from your maker

forty little golden keys slinging from golden rings dangling from the trees like angels with no wings forty little golden keys and neither one fits no remedy for the pleas smashing bits and wits forty little golden keys oxorbitant, but feckless wouldn't lead to any ease a psyche forever lifeless forty little golden keys and a door made of steel and souls horde like fleas to be squashed under heels

A sacrificial altar of the damned The souls of the saved shall flood The day of redemption has dawned The last sacrifice in my own blood

Standing at the edge of the knife, I admit that i was scared. I was scared and quite humanly so. I was scared for my life, scared for the lives of our sons and daughters, scared for the lives of their husbands and their wives, scared for the lives of their fathers and their mothers, scared for the lives of their brothers and sisters. Scared for all the pain, misery, bloodshed and innocence that would be crushed thoughtlessly. But I also must admit that I realized that whether I'm scared or not the truth would not change, whether our sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, wives and husbands, brothers and sisters are murdered the truth will not change, whether we talk about it or not the truth will not change, whether we believe it or not, whether we see it or not, whether we like it or not the truth won't change. Even if the whole world is ignorant about the truth or even if the truth was totally torn off the face of earth, the truth would still not change. Truth is eternal a...

hudhu fonu lee raalhuthah athirin madu beehumun kandhu fathi mohelaa madhen uthurah hure jeheemey banave iruge hahurayaa behi fathi kandhu garaguvee oyevarugaa hashiburakan adi thanmathi fethurifa oevaru gadha kanduga thereygenbi garaguve fithaa mathi neyvaa elhi goiy husve veethi marah thelhen hanka therey foruvifaa habaru nethive faragu boduve Nethi hiy koshi vithaa In collaboration with Ijaza

My notions are absurd My ideas maybe flawed My reality a bit blurred But the truth is still untold.

When the difference between dream and waking slowly fades away the grasp on reality seems to falter, the illusion breaks away the dreamer shall become the dream.

I shall die Go to the burning lake and fry My soul shall pay Eternally day after day Utterly helpless As I remain faithless Bound by my own actions A slave of my own addictions.

Let all the pieces fall To place on their own Let all words come out Uninterrupted and clear Let my heart beat Naturally and quietly Let my breathe come Of its own accordance Let life flow like a river Swiftly to the ocean Let death come to me As a river joins its lover Let no struggle no fight No resistance remain Let no control no anger No happiness remain Let my body wash up On your majestic shore Let my soul be submitted In emptiness and salvation

Green moss grows all over my face Standing here, lost count of the years the clock ticks on at a haunting pace Keeping silent still paralyzed by fears whence come? the advent of my fall nights so long lone yearning for thee cracks so deep and old upon this wall break this woeful stillness my only plea

my ploy as vicious as my soul wrapped in folds of lies and deciet A vulnerable heart that I'd console with lusty kisses and a lover's heat I reach in through sacred walls concealed within your own desires To spill poison inside your halls till you slip inside the wicked mires

a haunting peace no wonder i'm down on my knees irritatingly silent while i plead and bleed it's pretty violent my body restless I toss and turn, I burn a soul just helpless.

Like water, like rain Falling unto barren land Creeping into every hollow You seep into my thoughts Filling every empty space Only you can replace Like water, like rain Soaking throughout the land Flooding the earth uncontrolled Spreading inside my veins You take what’s left of me Leaving me bursting of you Like water, like rain Searing up from the land Once again insatiate and dry Unclenched this thirst remains For dark nights, stormy winds I await your return again

This hate undisputable This pain unbearable This love undescribable This thirst unquenchable A million souls set in motion A million feelings and emotions Cure me with your potion Or just hand me the poison

Here is where, I lie Here is where I lie Here is where I lie with myself Here is where I lie to myself Here the truth lies Here I lie down with lies Beneath the moon Beneath the sun Here is where I lie Lies of hope Life is hope Here is where I lie.

I have nothing to say to myself Nothing at all I had setup the trap myself And I have taken the fall As I said I have nothing to say to myself Nothing at all Atleast nothing that might help Or any salvation call Expectation that seem to melt A crumbling rotting wall Guilty that I should be held For the crime of taking the fall For desecrating the sacred hall For sins high as mountains tall For calling on the dice rolls I have nothing to say Nothing more will I ever say.

I start, I stop Lost track of times That I cannot Oh god! I plead On cotton on wool That I bleed I'm hard as rock My body heats up Like a wok I sweat my tears As I keep building up My fears As I die tonight I'm covered in red Not white.

I hold myself back I pray for your guidance But i've never heard your voice I think ive lost track I just need a new chance Cos life is less than bearable Wont you come down Wings of light spread afar In my trance i'll dance Within my dance ill fly Yes in a trance ill dance At your feet A trust that i lack And your cruel silence Would break me down everyday Your guidance your silence In my trance my wild dance My lisence for violence I dance at your feet

Your beautiful eyes Your smile The thousand ways you lie I feel alive Inside When I see you die And so I say to you Don't call my name Don't call my name