I Was Tired Of This Unending Race

Don't show me the illusion you call love

Show me the daggers you're hiding behind your back.

Don't tell me your sugary lies of trust and friendship

Tell me the truth you're hiding down your throat.

[a better place]

I like it here

I like the tranquility

The soft glow of moon

And the hidden reality

I like the coolness of

Passing breeze on my skin

And the sound of leaves

Dancing along with it

I like the stars in this world

They don't mock me

Glancing down from their heaven

Here, they watch me

With a knowing smile

As if something good is to happen.

I like this place

I just don't know

How to hold onto it.

Colour red

You think you can tame me

Just because this pendent of your name

Is hanging from my neck

You think I wouldn't cross the threshold

Just because the sound of my anklets

Are more loyal to you

You think my identity belongs to you

Just because the bangles I wear

Is marked by your name

You think I would obey you

As the commands of those Gods

Just because you coloured me red.

“I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.”

— Patrick Bateman

[What’s the rush?]

Months spent, years lost

several ages of humankind,

Turned to dust.

Searching the meaning

In meaninglessness

Seeking the purpose

In pointless existence.

In the grand universe

Though a tiny particle

Striving to leave a mark

On the earth's chronicle

That's Its own way

of attaining immortality

Conquering the fear of death

And Converging to eternity

But shortsighted as you are,

Didn't stop to think

That writing on the sand

Could be erased in a blink

Could be that your life,

Is one beautiful accident

You shine for a moment,

You exist, and that is the point.

You should have told me

Before me you made me smile

Before you showed me the stars

Before you lit that candle in my heart

Before you made me want you

You should have told me

That love comes with a price tag!

Pain Of A Broken Heart♡

Where do all these broken hearts go?

Do they wither away

Like a colorful rose

plucked away from his home

Or become sharp like a broken glass

That can tear your skin apart

Are they somewhere

Hiding from the world, healing?

Are they lost

In a permanent state of mourning?

Or have they stopped beating

Left in a cold wooden box

In an open graveyard

For others to see

As an emblem of tragic love

Or are they the wanderers

Sitting on an unknown grave

Crying for a stranger

For a broken heart knows

The pain of thousand deaths

Eyes that hold

Million unspoken words;

Lips that are

Afraid to form a sentence;

Heart that cries

"Please, hear my silence."

You patched yourself up

With little pieces of me

But can't you really see

It has left me empty

The daunting hollowness

Eating me from inside

Yet your eyes taunt

I must be guilty

What's so additive

About the pain and the heartache

That I couldn't step aside

Until pushed to the edge

I couldn't leave your side

The millions of seconds

It took me to realise

The best of your moments

Are the worst of my life