No More Life

Maybe
I should have stopped
Maybe
I would have been glad to give away
Maybe
I needn't have said sorry

Now there's no life in pride
and there can be no existing in gold
all these jewels are cobwebs
and I'm the insects they bind
and these diamond are forever, compromised
for they are bones that only lie.

So, if I say my sorry
can you tell me where my soul went?
She got up on a bus and left yesterday
He also took the train as he loved me no more
because my psyche thought fortune was a tip on a dream
but dreams as foolish beings
they mislead reality.

So I plead her to love me once more
So I plead with him to not go
but he said he is just not real
and she says she wants to live
because my life is no more.

Temporary

I used to believe
that I could survive the world
despite these girls and boys
and inanimate toys, breaking my life

It's so concealed that can be portrayed
the real is not so important
it's temporary madness anyway
the idealist lives because he dreams.

Come a little closer
look beyond the mirror but also the image you can see
life's too fair so it becomes unfair
like living in the body of man.

My life means nothingness
to the sounds of all the virtues
but to make meaning
I must break all things
even it be emptiness

so hurry now
the world awaits
so hurry now
your dreams awaits
the passage is temporarily
blocked by obscenity

Of man who plans love
who keeps organizing all too much
please believe me when I say
that temporary things have a way
of making you believe in eternity

So though my flesh is present
and my soul is past
and my bones my future
they all temporarily collide
creating the explosion of breathing
life needs no permanence
for temporary breathing
becomes the immortal qualified.

It Hurts Passively

It was meant to hurt passively
due to the coincidences
it was my serendipity
your accident my orchestrated limbs
each body of misfortune my own.

Maybe, you should have known
love is virtually hurt
it's meant to hurt passively

You stupidly thought you did all the wrongs
and I nodded making you believe my rights
but when I did hurt you passively
you passively submitted to hurt

You were always such a fool
passively you existed in all my ploys
so it was easier to hurt the passive annoyance
that which was the you, passively...

Don't Touch

Don't touch
I'm fragile
I need air around me

Don't touch
I'm sacred
to myself which needs isolation

But yu keep touching
layers and layers
of fingers
they eat
they see
my skin

So when I see you touching
I cry
when I see you touching
I ask why?
My body needs a hole
to bury my skin
to bury myself

Don't touch
I command
I'm a vehicle of loneliness

Don't touch
I demand
your fingers are too gentle, it's chaos

so lips need stitching
fingers need breaking
and I need sand
to entomb this dream

Don't touch
the untouched
but please touch
beyond the burial
you'll see more than fingers
you'll see me, before I was born.

Faulty As Perfection

Possibly it'll be nice
if you would do
what marionettes do
their soul needs limbs
they need to breathe
through the mouths of others

They don't need existence
They don't live
They don't depend
but, they are there

Possibly, it'll be nice
if you would remain naked
you wouldn't need clothes to mask you
and I need not surrender to you
as marionettes do

They don't need existence likely
They don't give
They don't act
but, they are here

Maybe I am just being lost
Maybe I should get lost
that's what you do
but what marionettes do
what they do is stare
with living eyes that don't live

They don't need existing
they don't grieve
they don't move
but, they are loved

An another episode of perfection goes by
hidden in between the marionettes soul of souless-ness
maybe you would love that
the wires look pretty
they're here, there, everywhere
and they are loved
only, when they are needed

I guess I made you perfection
a marionette-body incapable of being perfect.