If i could open up,
i would open up to boundaries,
walking through ranges,
standing through oceans.
If i could open up,
i would, to all the suns outside,
brightening yet fading away,
obscured, and dim their array.
If i could open up,
i would, to this lifeless crowd,
acting like strangers offended,
craving on stage with a false fed.
If i could open up,
i would, to air stranded,
invariant, yet falling to conspiracy,
losing the hailed true identity.
If i could open up,
i would, to my own soul,
silently under the bridge of guilt,
black-eyed dreams of lift.

You can kill all your smile for she's gone today,
or you can smile all your life for she was part of it one day.
You can cry all night long for you miss her every day,
or you can cherish those nights when she was with you in gray.
You can ruin your fate for she slipped out of your hands,
or you can do it all fine, for she was once all your stands.
You can turn your head from the truth, cover the face from the world,

or you can face all the world, for she was the truth, that you loved.
You can cry at her name, you can fall to pain as a prey,
or you can feel blessed with joy, for she taught you to be gay.
You can kill your tomorrow, for she took your light away,
or you can brighten it up, for she was your only inspiration yesterday. 

WHAT I COULD THINK OF WHILE LISTENING TO ""MAGGOT BRAIN""

Like i can see HIM at bay,
right in front of my eyes,
just a couple of arms away,
all i need is a wise demise.
What matters is a melody,
the verse within my soul,
and i'll wait till you finish,
the curious universe back to a hole.
Rising sun brings it again,
a new hope of survival to all,
one soul through infinite changes,
asking for a permanent halt.
Heaven or Hell, i don't care,
as long as you walk with me,
take hold of my hand,
let the scars burn through your stare.
Pray for my rescue,
Pray for the salvation,
before the night is gone,
heed a ride in a new direction.
Bleach out my stains,
the blood coloured face,
others might as well suck,
but who gives a fuck!
Unveil me to the truths,
lies all covered,
destroy the silence of path,
let me feel the sweet aftermath.
Life is a sweet mistake,
what matters is the intake,
the distrust all over my brain,
or the positive side, rest in drain.
Take hold of my hand,
let us seek a new road,
bring rejections to an end,
new dreams slayed to end like old.
If i could live a day,
like the one when i can see you at bay,
if only i could walk with you,
i'd walk through hell straight away.

THE FUNERAL

Silence dripping out from the skies,
everyone steps behind as he arrives,
with flowers in hands,
covered of suits and ties,
Screams of life for a saviour's stand,
but all that comes back is an echo,
chasing an unheard lie to truth,
forcing the time to get slow.
Sorrow runs out of words,
yet he gotta stand for his home,
but no one there is concerened,
no one gets the grief welcomed.
And so fades the last light,
his face dead white as snow,
legs tremble as if a quake,
he hits the ground, his self being low.
Thinking it had never happened,
if GOD were so damn real!
or maybe it would have,
for HE remains angry, selfish and cruel.
Clasping the hands together,
he runs out of sense,
words fall short and so does breath,
sitting there alone, lingering to death,
To have, to love, to live, he never saw,
but he'll see it in dreams of blood forever,
forever till he knocks at doors of death great,
and so yet again, he stands up to get raped.




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BY THE WINDOW

I'm sitting by the window,
looking at the stars, shining through the glass,
with water in my eye,
the loneliness throughout the sky.
Memories of your arms, 
in my arms, on those lonely nights,
still make it hard to get through,
that i'm going far away from you.
But i leave, with a promise in my heart,
that i'll come again sweetheart,
i'll come for you my lovebird,
Oh, the time will cherish the moments then earned.
n i take out a picture of you,
with the trembling hands of mine,
driving my mind numb, the vision in haze,
all that matters, is a glimpse of your face.
Your face that keeps me alive,
the only thing that i need to survive,
n so i promise this again,
i'll return to you before i get insane,
that or i'll drown my soul,
into the shadows of time, on a dead train.
I'm sitting by the window,
looking at your face, hidden behind the clouds,
calling out your name, feeling dead low,
i'm sitting by the window... 

WISH YOU WERE HERE

Only if i could tell in your ear,
how i wish everytime you were here,
coz you're the rose of my life,
n i'm the thorn my dear,
my every sigh dried of glee,
till i sigh for you sweetie,
so turn around, close your eyes,
and let me wet those lips for a try,


Come on down and dream,
all that could be ours ,
from the blissful starry skies,
to the long sparkling nights.


You're the only way,
that i'm breathing again,
from every dusk to dawn,
i need your touch to move on,
as many times i can say, i'll say,
till my last breath fades away,
coz i've learnt the lies from world,
and you're the truth standing i love,


So come on down and dream,
all that could be ours,
your smiles that prove me right,
don't you know you're so bright?!


Come on down my darling,
and dream till the night sleeps,
till the dawn awakes again,
my last breath, till the skies rain again.




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THE NIGHT

As the sunset hits the light,
life hits him with the snow terrible,
blowing all the pieces apart,
leaving dead cold memory of a tart.
sharing a bench on the waterfall,
the waves leave the toes numb,
drowning him into a maggot brain,
silently walking away is the train.
Time flies back and there finds again,
drenched in love, now a lost man,
whispering to the grass abstract,
thoughts in a high cage cracked.
Voice echoes in the head,
as he cries in the valley of dead,
shifting through the glassy wind slow,
is a man dried of confidence and glow.
Bed reminds of a coffin comfortable,
the touch of the hooded hangman,
dreams bleed the sanity lower,
as he waits for the sleep to take over.