The Heist

Everybody living in the shadow of f-fear;

turning 'nother chapter of life writing s-seers;

surviving 'nother morrow - in anew next light

walking the trail of dark past, i read her all night 

(i)

okay.. yo

i want to get off my nightmares 

but what can i do if i - already left - one live mare?

dreams got nothing on me neither i got nothing on dreams

still past arriving straight back at to me

& me real shit keep hovering in d-delusion called reality

love's like a vulnerable piece - a pie - of life that makes your whole world way vulnerable once it's entered in its longed night so whether if you're in love or not, it doesn't matter, what all does matter is, in what state of mind you're living throu': with gone love or un-fetched nights?

"... wrote her name in the wind

never knew if it's sin

now the wind blown to 'nother direction

but me gone lost even in me, i confirm"

love ain't got any direction to blow so it's true, hold your bitch as long as you can. Treat her fucken right as long as she lets you doing so cos, once she's done, nahh.. no, you can never ever get her back in the same juxtaposition - the montage - of your heart once she's lived in like a bee but now... left in the same place like a tint of memory.

(ii)

okay.. yo

everybody dreaming in the light of new day;

like a sun shining up in the sky, every day

lovers keep passing, walking, talking, stalking on bay

but me, my friend, getting lost in me &..

asserting: "what might be my new day?"

to me every day's as same as gone lit of yesterday

the dust of wall clock ticking on the wall, i pray...

not to dwell to 'nother night. Save me god, i say

nobody listening to me, & me keep wandering like stray 

an ash in astray; like a wisp of previous day

a brief rejuvenation gone old with modernism, meme

"whats?"

"urgh whatever.. nevermind..."

(iii)

okay.. yo

i'm the prisoner in my town in the prison of pearson

my dove flown away, me fallen back like pigeon

& its reason ain't she

but me who slipped off the gallery of heart in ecstasy

uncontrolled desperation of heart..

got me stolen, hey, even off me

what once i've had to live with gone damaged - i ditched

like 'nother gmail id, my life trashed up, i sneak

& there's no undo... can it be? i'd shoved off her clit

Naah no.. no rejuvenation once you loose virginity, i heist. 

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