Chapter 2.17 : Trying to know you a little less ...

A fateful day tied an unseen bond between us,
something that would hold us until we turn into dust.
So true we were in each others trust,
able share what's hidden behind each others mask.

In need we aid each other as we can,
if given a choice we might even hold hands.
Setting aside all other mere plans,
sending out my most trusted old friend.

Who would have thought that was the day,
where my skies would turn into a darker shade of grey.
When logic crosses path with reality,
driving me into a trace of insanity.

Disguised your intentions with an open smile,
making us walked in circles for a thousand miles.
Cutting the lines where we could dial,
drying the water in the Nile.

Like a puppeteer toying around with his dolls,
against my will I shall be made to fall.
Robbed the treasures from my hidden safe,
vanishing into thin air without a trace.

Startled by your increasing lies,
gambling our trust on a losing dice.
Marked a new bond that was said to be stronger,
replaced by the very person that I knew longer.

It's funny how you preach your weakness,
but what others feel you fail to witness.
Setting aside every other concern,
everything but your own mission.

A trail of blood you leave as you pass,
left for others to clear up your mess.
Piling up your actions into a mass,
trying to know you a little less ...

Chapter 3.4 : Drowning in your dreams ...

All you do is talk and talk. But you've yet to walk the walk.

You might have wisdom and power, but all you've been is a dreamer.
You've poisoned the very roots with your own failures, then waved it off like nothing ever happened.
You chose to full-fill your childish past, leaving your wavering future in the dust.
You paint your world with the blood of your people, but you are too blind to see the ripples.

What's wrong with doing things twice, will doing it once make me the wise?
What's wrong with doing things now, when I can do something else later?
What's wrong with being practical, when your reasons are not?
What's wrong with shaking it off, when you are not even open to any other suggestions?

It's a shame that you are clueless about what's happening around you.
It's hilarious to see you contradict your very own values.
It's a joke when you try to lead with both ears closed.
It's funny how you see an inverted world straight.

Sometimes I wonder why you are still clueless ...

Chapter 2.17 : Face-punch ...

Just when I thought the world got a little brighter,
the dark clouds got slightly lighter,
the whistling air got some how softer,
the trembling earth a bit quieter,
you threw me a punch right into my face ...

One, two, who would have thought it'll be you?
Three, four, I reach for the door.
Five, six, I start to feel sick.
Seven, eight, I know it's too late.
Nine, ten, on the floor I land.

How long does it take to learn,
that one could only get scaled and burnt.
There is no exception in this prediction,
that time can heal and change the conclusion.
Taking a face-punch straight in the face ...