Trust me, I'm a liar

Shattering of Glass and the ringing bells
In the abode of silence, I hear the echo resonate
I don't trust what I hear anymore
On the lines of reality,  Under the naked truth
Let me dream again... again and again

I have friends whom only I can see
They exclaim, howl and groan at me
Wonder why they cry and scream randomly
Out of blue, into the abyss of melancholy

Adrian, your pain is important to other people
I wonder why it's a trophy for me
Look there's always a vicious menace eye peaking
Don't worry dear, you're too precious to kill 
It's not impossible to swim, without turning into water
In pursuit of pleasure to end all the pleasures

There's blood in the waves
You don't come to drown, we'll sip to be thirsty everyday
How little is little
You have to search by yourself
Just a simple honest and naive way of acknowledging our differences
Scattering of tissues, where butterfly will meet hurricane
Sometimes you live to forget, Others you live to regret

Adrian my child, we'll kill for passion
Hush...don't  hear what the world says
You're not ill, you'll never even leave your cold bed
All you have to do is imagine, don't worry I'll care for rest

Ever wondered how it is to control life itself
Of course,  it's not for real
Flesh hanging on your walls
Gloomy bright red all around, Let's dance to gloomy Sunday
It's a gloomy gala at last
Hahaha you'll laugh and the hollow carcass will reciprocate

Murder is not about lust or violence
It's about possession, nothing more or less
Enjoying everything that hurts
Desire to inflict pain, nothing more or less
As out of nothing there comes nothing
Except for a moment of absolute clarity
I'm a common man
Owner of a funeral parlor, without license

Arthur, you didn't hear anything right??
Even if you did, maybe you hallucinated again
What a smile can hide, you can never tell

Come sing with me
Shattering of Glass and the ringing bells
In the abode of silence, I hear the echo resonate
I don't trust what I hear anymore
On the lines of reality,  Under the naked truth
Let me dream again... again and again
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Oh! god Alex did you slept again in front of the mirror
Come let me take you to bed
Said a caring mother
Just a normal kid I was, as she said
One with multiple personalities
One she adored and with rest, she didn't get the chance to survive

Do I miss my mother??
Well what truth would do, Except providing more sorrow
Unlike her, something I could never feel

I have justified myself, wish sooner you'll do the same
Am I a schizophrenic, insomniac or maybe psychopath
 You know what Dr. A says

Trust me, I'm a liar.Don't believe a word I said

 By- Kshitij Sinha
9/7/2017


















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