Hey Damsel...

It was the dead of night,
The world had cajoled a few of them faithful mortals into a slumber,
While our mind is faced with the tempest of innuendos,
While our bodies are trying to win this battle of love...

So as this world is embraced with stars,
The sky protects apparent evil,
Contempt of the mortals tries to contradict death,
Shall my sphere deal with the duress of being pristine?

Is this revolution the rhythm of life,
An escape from death,
Elevation that has cosseted this breed,
Or is time surging into this wilderness of frolic?

Do you wait for the transit,
Or does the transit dread the load?
But you don't want to die dirty, do you?
Unfurl the transit before it fades....

Enjoy blissful innocence,
For you've been led to believe this deception,
Fancy the wealth,
Bleed for being a part of the elevated breed...

For these walls were built for survival,
The mass is as apparent as cherished memories,
Sturdy enough to have borne the wrath,
When amidst a magnitude they believe you're just civilisation...

You're just a popper,
Amidst the clouds of their jewels,
So breathe education,
For tears will not soothe ignorance..

Hey damsel, you've been masked by anticipation,
Embraced by the silence of chaos,
In need for introspection,
Girl, I say lay your path...

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Not much longer...

Your soul wonders around the lonely street,
your body is exposed,
preserved in formalin,
all that keeps you down is gravity,
all that keeps you afloat is the force of buoyancy,
your body is safe,
your job is to take care of your soul,
but don't worry,
your soul is being reconstructed in the plagiarists home.

All that keeps you awake is the sunlight,
you sleep at night,
you sleep but you're still awake,
this is how you will remain.

You need to set yourself free,
you need to be reborn,
break your dormancy before dawn,
just hold on,
hold on to your self,
just be a little stronger,
just for awhile,
your don't have to hold on much longer.

Me...

The litres of my blood,
this blood of life,
running through my arteries and veins,
the electrochemical impulses from my brain,
my heartbeats within split seconds,
alive, alive I remain,
alive for an unpredictable amount of time,
alive from inside and outside,
this body is mine,
there will be a time when it will pass the line,
can I make friends with time?
Can I always be mine?

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Lust for silence.

Silence is golden,
those words are worth holdin.
Stop talking,
it's my moment of solitude that your blocking.


Hush angel hush,
don't be in a rush.
Those words can be spoken tomorrow,
that is if I'm not in sorrow.

Be quite for the moment,
lets watch the golden sunrise together,
after all you can't talk on forever.
Not now will you say those words unexpressed,
now hush and give those vocal cords some rest.

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