Monday, 28 December 2015

Turmoil Of Fiend

"... being lost in the turmoil of memories, again;
don’t ev’n know how to fathom sanity of pain
Every single time it arriving to my wondrous heart,
i realizing how fast ev’n the world gone changed

My words ain't so necessary to be heard
so i ain't push you to give a damn ‘bout
Once i used to live life
however, today, seemingly, i seeing everything with re-doubt

Everything loomed corrupt xcross the dread-world
Nothing left sane to be believed in
It’s true, every time i tryna step ahead,
Ev’n my own shadow seems to be sleeping on me with grin

I lost my faith & my faith’d lost me,
"Love has substantially no language . . . 
with which you might be communicated"

Love be one hunger - the desperation;
dirty obsession of dangerously blown seduction
that has people indulged with wicked sin,
Ha! Once i’d past my past; all strips of squirt-ed life,
but today, i again go floated ov'r the buoyancy - lost in the turmoil of fiend, confined.

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