MIDNIGHT BLUE

Mr. Smith ever wondered how it feels When there's hunger staring deep into your eyes Penetrating consciousness plague and famine chanting lullaby Turning into cannibalism is not my choice Yet I stand between you and the cycle of life Ever thought a stranger could be so important Not considering any of your wishes, yet controlling all the senses Before the acid fills the ambiance, Before the music get's channelised through drills The sound of your blood gushing from stump of your neck Before my knife slices your throat A swift sharp, like the first stroke of brush Subtle and precise I'm a painter Mr. Smith don't be shy Submit to me and I'll color the portrait you hide Non-zero sum game, Non-zero sum game Hahaha.......  See I'm already laughing Adrenaline has started to rush, I can feel our heart getting pumped Suffer dear Suffer Dance on my canvas be benevolent and kind Your misery is going to end, Victim or not Make the decisio...

Time and tide waits for none and guess that's one of the only honest sayings, man can even find a way to control the tide but when it comes to time guess it's far from being tamed or even near to it there is no alternative just like that as simple as that things keep going on yet the value of the second varies from moment to moment passes like wind when happy and cripples in lament like a dead shrimp a walk across the Sahara with not even a single mirage to meet. I cherish time to be truthful I envy her like she's the most beautiful lady in town obviously ahead of the word beauty being time always ahead of time no doubt she'll always be surrounded by millions of admirers maybe lovers always to forwarding her some wishing to rewind living a moment, again and again, being with her whatever the course she chooses to take. Love isn't restricted to a single person or a single orientation it comes in  billions of forms and everyone has its own way of sharing it, guess mi...

Who we're and what're we here for definitely these are the questions whom I never knew nor I even tried to get. Yet I knew the difference between the life with and without purpose. I knew recently my exams were going on although I hated those days everyday wishing for it's end yet when they're gone the last thing there will be, is to enjoy. I just can't enjoy my new life although stressed, disturbed, anxious but i was kept busy and active for the concept of cause for a purpose, waking up early in the morning realizing I never slept in the nights, from the time I went to sleep to the time my alarm took off the only thing I did was keeping my eyes closed praying for the angel of dreams holding the wand of happy slumber to return maybe for minutes but instead she whispered what have you done, what have you achieved to earn my company and the ether's answer kept hunting me. Flickering the pages yet not understanding anything like a whole world conspired to form thi...