NIGHT OWL

Beginning from thedark, senses aregetting strong tying my shoe up,finding my way outof the crowd leaning under thedarkness, listeningnight voices forhour’s seeking peace afterthe time I hated tobe the night owl silence is screamingcrazily, angry to beunlistened by theworld yet nothing can bedone for the causealready forgottenby the past. Night is always best to listen,

SCREAMING BLOOD

The core of my heartis braking, feet arestumbling while thebody has beenshaken stories are being toldabout the life beingfading onto destroy the future,present looked likea curse delusionallymade in it’s hard to rememberwhen this running timeturned to the pathof satin craziness flowingthrough veins like bloodis pumping with somehard kind of beating. Nothing to say more, it’s

THE INNER VOICE

Life is a time that’sconsidered only tobe mine still mind has beenscattered into piecesand I can’t feel alive rumbling on the edge,never want to die atthe same place whereI opened my eyes yet bound with theropes of memoriesholding onto my heartso extremely tight soul is also strugglingwhile hope’s are upwith the faith anyonecan see in

CALLING OF THE DARK

The beauty of nightis screaming, come outof your home beforeyou sleep in illusion has beenalready beautiful likeI’m naked eyedreaming roaming around like anight owl flying allover like a phoenix craziness is like adelusion covering mymind like a ceiling holding onto my faithwhile heart just wantssome more brutalbleeding. It’s not what we want, it’s always been

BELIEVERS HEART

Fear inside this hearttends to make it beatso fast time is running with aspeed while I’m literallygetting tossedpp hard to beat the phasemay be it’s a sign forme to remain calm hopefully this the wayof life telling me justto stay strong there is a dream stillcraved by this soula lot breaking it out to thereality

FONDFUL NIGHT HOURS

Hopping down tothe streets at night lonely soul is feelsrush of thoughts allthe way insidethe mind star’s not blinking,but clouds can beseen up above inthe sky silence looks so noisywith the whisperingof some very differentkind figuring out the waywhile roaming alongthe devilish midnight writing some rhymeswith a cold heartbleeding almost allthe time. To listen the

STUBBORN MIND

They say it’s thepart of lifestruggling day by day,that’s how you gonnaget what you desire birds are ready to fly,ending with the seasonall are going to hide trying all the wayby my side, time ispassing fast and it’shard to ride besideit’s side breeze is also warm,looks like summer isfinding its way backto be alive still

NIGHT IN WORDS

Wondering under themoonlightseeking peace in thegrace of the night calling out my sorrows,confronting inside demonsto fight reminding myselfalways about thereason behind the smilefakeen time to time realising the journeymust end on the gatesof some grave yard orat the beginning ofa cemetery site mind is just stunnedby reading own faithbond to the death,leaving no way forme to

HOPE OF PEACE

The wheel of timeis runningfeets are ontoburning trouble is, just can’tmix the fun in maturity is alreadydead, yet childhoodwant’s to come in remembering thewhole life on theleap smelly hatred,kindness wants tosleep being judgmentalthat’s not my kindof theme hoping one day Ibe gone and my soulcould find someheap of peace. Sometimes peace of mind is better

UNDERSTANDING LIFE

Ready to loose thegame thousand timesbefore finely I cometo see my aim learning all the thingsI can but it’s hard tostand still in thecoming rain hoping always to fightall the problems,surviving all theway I can dream is a bigger thanillusion and for thatthere is no one ratherthan me to blame finding a way through different