THE FORGOTTEN RHYME

Listen to the silenceat nightits memorizing tofeel the words passingby hard to catch therhythm of this kindbut still peace is awonderful thing toexperience in thislifeline saying unbelievablestories of the pasttimewind is just blowingalong the sprinkledmoon light putting all thosepuzzled pieces straightin a lineIt looks like adelusional imaginationof some forgottenrhyme. Sometimes you just need to imagine

THE RELENTLESS PAIN

This is all aboutthe ones we lost pain is relentless,but that’s not theonly thing thiscost grieving heart bleedsinside the very corealot raining down myeyes can’t hold oldseas for muchlong mind is ontoexplode by thereplays of somememories I got missing someoneis bad when youcan’t speak to thatperson who got yourback at every downfall. It is not

REBEL CONSCIOUS

Scattered consciousacross the delusionof my mind knowing all thoseillusions, thoughts alreadyrunning inside seeing the unarrivedfuture, feeling ashamedto see the downfallof life craziness is still aboutto emerge from theashes of this undeadsight world is alreadyunknown for the verysoul who doesn’t wantto fight the truth is that weall gonna die somedayleaving everyonemattered behind. Sometimes what you don’t

THE FOOLS MIND

Lost in the coldvoid of space tobind getting tossedupside down likesome forcelly rolledcoin rearrangingthought to resemblethe next move intime hoping to find thetruth about thisunwanted pain ofmine feels crazy to hearthe very voices ofthis blindly runningnight It’s better to writesome rhymes untileverything comes outof this goddamnedmind. Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s really going on

PENURY HOPE

Here I’m againwith a story cold as stone yetfurious like afury embedded feelingsand emotions likesome lost, forgottenglory too deep tounderstand theundeniable judgmentof the jury running like anaimless arrow,forgetting the aimtruly hoping to find thelost in another lifetill then this life lookslike a hopelesspenury. Human thoughts are very powerful, one can create ideas and delusions with

A LOST SOUL

There is somethingstolen inside of thissoul can’t differentiatebetween feelingsand emotions may be it’s the workon an outsidermole making me empty,inside felt like somekind of wormhole sucking my happinessall the way in, themind is already beentrolled hoping not to screammuch, it’s time topretend bold holding onto myfaith in God, wiser tosee the truth alreadybeen mold. Sometimes

NOT THAT INSANE

This is somethingextremely lame love is an anotherword for the unfaithfulgame times are reallygetting worse forthe blame its suddenly feelslike a curse, maybeyou will also feelthe same tried to admire thebeauty of this worldthat just wants thebloody fame loosing myself tothe unkind greedto gain no my friend I’mnot that kind ofinsane. Something we need to

HIDDEN IN RHYMES

Weaving inside myhead every night finding some answersaccording to thebends of life adjoining pieces ofpast to see the futurethat brights mind is a silly thing,always tends to catchthe pace of time broken to the core,deep down darknessfeels more comfortingthan the daylight hard to hide the painwhen it can be seenin every verse of myshallow rhyme.

PROBLEMATIC MIND

Hiding inside theshell of liesbinding the thoughtssupposed to bemine craving to be theone who learned tolive with the flowof time hoping to standalone in the darknesscovering my twinklinglight believing the lifewill come to an endlike the day endswith the dark night my be death is theonly solution to theproblems created bythis unconsciousstubborn mind.  The end

UNDENIED FATE

Bound to the fateundenied struggling to remainin the game just tofight surrounded by thedemons of my ownmind It’s hard to see thelight when it’s alreadybeen dark inside thoughts have gonefurious thinking allalone at night craving for the onething lost somewherein the flow of time. Sometimes it’s not just what we do we want to do,