Burnt

I see something in your face

That no one else sees

There’s something in your eyes

No one would ever believe

You look up at the world

That looks down upon you

You want to be a part of something

That doesn’t want any part of you

Yet I see

The eternal hate that should have been

Doesn’t exist for

Another feeling that could have been

A beautiful life that would have been

If you hadn’t been burnt

I can see inside of you

What you really need

Isn’t the love or respect of the world

But something less demeaned

It’s acknowledgment that you crave

For all the sacrifices that you made

For all the hurt you had to brave

Just for being alive

It’s a different world that I see

From the one that you perceive

Yours is forever dark

But doesn’t miss the light

Yet I see

The eternal hate that should have been

Doesn’t exist for

Another feeling that could have been

A beautiful life that would have been

If you hadn’t been burnt

Broken Mornings

Broken mornings scar my life

I’ve decided to runaway

I’m riding on a wave in the empty ocean

You will all soon fade away

Horizons bleak, the sun shining down

My neck, it tells me to give up

I still hang on, just for the heck of it

Coz I don’t really wanna go down in flames

Up ahead, I see a ray of hope

Which is ironic, coz it’s day

But something about it looks different

I guess I’ll take my chances, anyway

I don’t wanna be the one who’s left out

I don’t wanna be the one who always says

That, ‘You know I could’ve been a real somebody

Had my fate turned another way’

I guess this is how it feels like

To be devoid, of all senses

To put your faith in something so passionately

That your own true self feels light years away

A Stitch in Time

There sits a midnight pauper with nothing much to eat
Along comes a young man; marching to his own, fine beat

The pauper raises his hand, tries to catch His attention
The young man ignores him, looking ahead (maybe into another dimension)

His eyes dreamy, His eyes glassy
Walks away from the pauper’s misery
Without so much as a thought
Drowned in his own personal reverie

The pauper keeps staring
His mouth open wide
His expression spelt amazement
His eyes terrified

For what he saw in the young man
Wasn’t as disturbing; as what he didn’t see,
Walking into the darkness,
Was just a pair of eyes, and a pair of feet.

Chernobyl

Saw a documentary about the Chernobyl Nuclear Disaster today, and came up with this:

There's a person waiting for you to come back home
and sleep by her side
She waits for a future with you and her
and maybe an innocent child

You could play all day
and put him on your back
You could see the smile on his face
and spend the rest of your life like that

Do you really wanna give that away?
Do you really wanna give them away?

Or are you waiting for the world to say

Please don't kill me for you ego
I don't deserve to die right now

Remember the games you used to play as a kid?
The ones with Superman and the bad guys
You've grown up now and there's no Superman
I'm not so sure about the bad guys

Do you know how many kids are playing
that very game right now?
Do you know how many mothers are praying
for their safety right now?

Do you really wanna take that away?
Do you have any right of playing with their happiness this way?

Or are you waiting for the world to say

Please don't kill me for your ego
I don't deserve to die right now

I'm a man, I'm a common man
A faceless man, an innocent man
I'm walking on the street
Following my daily routine

Can you give me a reason
for killing me slowly?
For killing my parents, my wife, my kids
my friends and my family?

I know you can't
I know you can't
I know you can't
Coz you're the same as me

Please don't kill me for your ego
I don't deserve to die right now

Find My Paradise

It is a lonely path I tread

With a couple of hopes

And dreams in my head

A lonely road

A lonely way

A lonely wind blowing my life into disarray

Is it unfair then, if I

Ak for some help

Or a piece of advice?

I’m just here to find my paradise

My paradise is a world

Where I’m not alone

With a few people I can call friends

And a place I can call home

‘tis a simple thing

The paradise that I seek

But coming across simple things is hard

Because they mean so much more to me

Along then, I’ll go

It is a long road ahead

And I still have

A couple of hopes and dreams

I won’t complain though

I’ll take life as it comes

With a pinch of salt and loads of spice

Who knows, maybe someday

I’ll find my paradise

I’ll find my paradise....

I am terrified of myself

It's getting dark
Night is setting in
The same old house that was
Cheery in the morn
is now getting gloomy and dim

I can hear the soft
whispers of the breeze
I can hear my own breath
Footsteps resounding and echoing
in this house of death

Every soft movement
feels like my last
every shadow; a murderer
every creak; my end
every passing moment, doubling the pace of my heart

Terrified to move
Afraid of staying alone
I look around slowly
This is the place I call home

I close my eyes
and remind myself
that my worst enemy
is my mind

I open them
and look into the mirror
a shadowy and pale reflection
of one that was caring and kind

This is my imagination
I say out loud
in a voice, not quite my own
I say it again, and again
but to no avail, nothing eased my pain

The pain of knowing
that I was being punished
Punished for my sin
A horrible sin, at that,
The sin of murdering my own kin

They are back to reclaim me
NO THEY'RE NOT
To take me to hell
NO THAT IS A FALSITY

I brought this upon myself

You brought this upon yourself
You brought this upon yourself.....

The Eyes That Dreamt

In a world enveloped in darkness
Where hopes are hard to find

Where people look inside themselves to see
All the things that pollute their mind
And pray in vain
For forgiveness

For purifying themselves
And their souls
To jusify their acts
Of greed and jealousy

She looked at me with eyes
That still shone with dreams

The dreams in those eyes
Promising hope for the hopeful
And trust for the thieves
The eyes that refuse to see
The world as it is

Believing and making me believe
Nothing is as bad as it seems

The eyes that shone with dreams...