Bleeding pencil
Sparkling crystal
Powder snow that burns to ashes
A musical beginning
- But the curtain just fell
The will to remember, yet the need to destroy
Reluctance, repression, the final form is not the end
A song written in the sand that the waves washed away
One snowflake starts the avalanche
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Chess
Endless thoughts crying for attention
And chess pieces
Moving flying running chasing
Without being touched
Rational thought, rational dreaming
Dreaming emotion and dreaming defeat
Move, move, move
Don't dare to move!
Interrupting self-destruction
With reality
Madness does not exist
I AM MADNESS
And chess pieces
Moving flying running chasing
Without being touched
Rational thought, rational dreaming
Dreaming emotion and dreaming defeat
Move, move, move
Don't dare to move!
Interrupting self-destruction
With reality
Madness does not exist
I AM MADNESS
Bollywood
True inspiration does not bring delight
Sometimes feeling the muteness will cure restlessness
But mostly it doesn't
Grab the moment and hold on to the shadows
With all your might
For losing your thoughts would mean that they won
Eternal spring is what you're writing
Creation is never fueled by truth
Snowflakes burn brighter anyway
Sometimes feeling the muteness will cure restlessness
But mostly it doesn't
Grab the moment and hold on to the shadows
With all your might
For losing your thoughts would mean that they won
Eternal spring is what you're writing
Creation is never fueled by truth
Snowflakes burn brighter anyway
The Legacy
Don't stop singing
Don't start thinking
For now it's all that matters
I wouldn't expect them to understand
And neither would you
The loneliest moments are the ones that will last
Don't start thinking
For now it's all that matters
I wouldn't expect them to understand
And neither would you
The loneliest moments are the ones that will last
Emergency
The feeling of emptiness
Not only in my heart
Listen to its elegy
Echoes of propriety
A scream is still breathing
But emotion is deaf
Just try to ignore it
For I'll do the same
Colors need no reasons to exist
Not only in my heart
Listen to its elegy
Echoes of propriety
A scream is still breathing
But emotion is deaf
Just try to ignore it
For I'll do the same
Colors need no reasons to exist
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