Over

When it's over and I'm gone
You will be standing in the sun
What a bright day for you, just like any other
I never existed for you, so why bother?

When it's over and I trail away
Will all the words trashed ever sway
The shallow palate of your reckless hunger
Or become my single sided pathetic blunder?

When it's over and all the words are said
I will try to leave but you will be way ahead
Funny the way you think the things work at the time
A phenomenal world erected in my mind with tales sublime

When it's over, you shall not heed
All my apologies of the past as I kneel and plead

The Book of Love: Square One

It's distant and bleak, but the shroud is heavy on the soul
The day ablaze, still darker than any washed down by rains
I wake up to the day with a galloping heartbeat
And a heart shattered and torn by a vision of a dimension so cruel
Feeding on the fears of the pitiful to scorn their lives
Create a world of torment and lies, yet those lies are exact revelations of truth
The ones that we avoid and run for days
But slip and fall into on those desperate nights

In the end, it makes no sense, the gutless apparition of self
Embellishes the beauty that was supposedly gulped down with waters of its ocean
Never to be discovered again, never to be enjoyed by the eyes of the sinner
It was a wide lethal gap that would accept any dumbfounded leap of faiths.

Yet, we are back in square one
Maybe this is where we belonged
Meant to be here all along...

21st Century City of Sodom

The breeze in the dark narrow streets absolves us from our daily guilt building up around the pole in the city centers
Our wallets sing the lullaby for the shopping markets that protect us from the blood gust
Did you see winter? Or were you hiding under the marquee that you and I bumped and eternity flooded along?
Your coat is flapping to the sound of mystery, the hidden tune of the city, the one we all forgot to listen

You held my hand and all my bones slowly impaled
You may have never felt that misery, seen the disfigurement, engorged the sudden jolt of hopelessness of falling into an imaginary void
But I have been a secret candidate for the revolutionary subject for pathology
They could have saved me, but I preferred lying on the sidewalk to watch the sun disappear from my vision
Watched the stars conquer
And then came the time that the sun stood perfectly still in front of my eyes while I slowly went blind
I crumbled into the hands of Hansel and Gretel, swallowed by pigeons, defecated onto many shoulders and seen as a sign of luck
I have seen thousands make the lottery rich, and their smiles jerked into a frown as the last number was drawn
My reincarnation was a painful one while I found my sorrowful pieces along the lines of the river the dry cleaners loved to corrupt

You left me hanging there, and there was that breeze again that sucked my sweat of anxiety and left me with a paralyzed left face
I lost everything when I couldn't properly smile nor cry, and cursed the North half-mouthed
I loaded my pistol and shot the clouds, hoping that they would drop agony when they rained

This is not my letter to you as I know you will never see it, or read it once you endure the pain of living
Yet you will continue to enjoy it secretly, but will refuse to hear anyone's pathetic lives; yes, that's what this city makes of you
You will become a flow of dream amongst the pedestrians, and blur the street city vision until the night comes and street lights create clarity
The halting subways will commit to the understanding of respect for silence
3 am, and you will open your eyes from a dream that you want to continue living, but upon seeing the real face of the city, it will sting like a swarm of bees at a point that you have never experienced before
When do you get a painless and bloodless deflowering? And after the initial tears of endless pain, when is it not addicting?
Feel the cold of the fog on your window, hear the thunder and get ready to hit to bottom
Wherever you go, you will always live in the borderless city of sodom