I hear voices speaking into my ears,
The sound is too loud,
I try to succumb it,
Yet it’s too loud,
They call me their poet,
I write of love,
I write to change their perspective about it,
On life,
Yet to me it’s just a scam.
Am a liar
Am dead in the inside
Am empty
Am lonely

If I were lost in the throng of lifelessness,
Her scent would be my cure.
Give me a new lesson,
For I am a new believer..
This field is life’s only class of love..
My lady is the only princess of this time,
Pass me that ink and paper
I need to write down what I feel,
For months I’ve been alone,
I’ve carried the pain for years,
I try to speak it out,
But words never find their way out.

Is she a blue rose?
Moonflower?
Is she the universal model of this time?
Is she the bankless river whose depth runs unknown?
Is she the crater of love, whose destined love enclothes the victim like a captive?
For if she is,
I’m a proud prisoner

Guilt is all you have,
The fact you can’t morph a new,
You just like a history piece,
Stuck with glue on paper,
When you lie to the world,
I’ll not rewrite your wrongs,
As you stuck on them,
Carry them to the grave.

I went through smoke and fire,
I’ve see the life of if,
The reminisce doesn’t make me smile,
You are the dark world,
Even superman would be hard done for,
It’s as rocky as you felt,
Crazy how you think i know not,
How your fears morphed overnight,
They grew wings and flew,
How can they just disappear,
Your face didn’t cringe,
You was not panicked,
I still can’t contemplate,
To fathom all that,
Convice me,
Make me fall for it,
Your rounded up answers,
Still sell us out,
I smile at how guilty you are,
How innocent you play,
The world will never know,
I do,