if i told you
in fifteen minutes
the world’s gonna end
would you take the one way bus to my house
or the last plane ticket to California
Why do you suffer? With that hole in your heart. Why do you love the pain terribly? Letting it control your selfish brain.
The pain consumes itself as you let it linger with the oxygen you consume. Numbing your senses, so you might as well sleep forever. The world you live in is a big cage of bad decisions, so you prefer to live inside a dream.
Nothing but heartache and obsession, you wrote her plans and poetry, but the woman of your dreams will never desire a man like you or see what you can do.
So you’ve decide to live life as if you’re dead. You made it 30 years and with sad eyes, you let it all take away your breath.
Look how Liberty is losing her sense and meaning.
Her bright hopeful eyes blurred by the polluting ignorance
The heroine of uniformity- slowly crumbling
Let the hands of Our Father rise you up and stiffen you still
Let His miracles sweep you and your tears away
In these dark times, be refulgent for the lost and weary
Vindicate the unclean, wash away the misdeeds
Lead the huddled masses to breathe freely from your air
Avenged the penniless for your hands are hope to them
Aflame the light from your lamp; let us see the golden door
Stained cheeks from tears shed overnight. The look in your eyes is too complicated and yet you’ve captivated this dead heart and lost mind. Forget the name who ones took you in after you were soaked by the tears of those sad clouds. Forget what her face is. Remember your past.
My muse, I heard you were looking at the moon. As if finding unanswered questions to try and fix them back again. Never minding the wind in your eyes or the humid air caressing your hair while studying its mysteries. It bothers me sometimes on how you’re too delirious about her, but in a life time, my mouth will stay shut.
Lips forever aligned in her direction along with the stars. You ponder on her charming light and danced so she may finally hear that peaceful rendition of your loyalty and love. While I’m forever broken by the thought of you saying “goodbye”.
The boy from the sea of songs with rhythmic melody, nothing more but a pearl-like glow in the dead night sky. Rummaging his eyes to distract him away from me. Taking him away because of your beauty.
Your memory renders your sins
Erased by a handy Glock 17
To be like Hemingway,
Is to crave for art
Kill for luxurious things