MIDNIGHT REFLECTIONS

Stepping again intothe light of the moonmind is dripping fast,gonna feel somethingdifferent probablysoon just going with therhythm, night is beautifulyet all thoughts seemsliterally doomed soul is shattered apart,but life turned to bebloomed silence has been cryingfuriously, still voicesinside this head gotundoubtedly fooled walking like a shadowin the darkness, countingscars like some starsforgotten in the nameof

JOURNEY OF RHYMES

Nothing to lose,nothing to findlife is the way itlooks before yoursight everything you seeis a delusion createdby your mind believe me or not,but I know you alsofeel this kind ofvibe emotions are allfake just wants tobound you like slaveof time be like some birdwho never wants tobe in a same placeto die surely it’s not

DELUSIONAL LIFE

Life is the wayit isnothing to say juststaying with this hoping to findsunshine in thedark holding onto myfaith like a stringso strong not only the days,but nights are alsogetting hard peace is lostsomewhere doesn’tmatter you believeme or not may be this is thecoolest thing my soulever got I can dive into mydelusional consciouswhenever the brightmoon

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

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

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,

A SILENT SAINT

Life looks like atoasterspinning round likea roller coaster waiting to see if itstops or just keepspushing like a stupidmobster hope is all it needs,maybe it just wantsto be freed caged in an unseenprison of thoughtsmind just wants toburst out again tobleed reasons are hardto explain, noone needs to beblamed regrets are alreadymeant faint, timealways runs

UNPREDICTABLE MIND

It seems hard toremember whenthe last time Icried eyes are gettingweak, holding seasof tears inside watching this worldscreaming like ababy that doesn’twant to die living like a brokendream of some longforgotten thunderingnight still holding ontomy beliefs like somefaith buried alreadybeen inside maybe life is justabout to live like awonder of illusioncarved by theunpredictablemind. Sometimes your