Arrested sat I in a forbidden chair
By which death portrayed last hour of breath
Swayed did I in an entangled, shocking pulse?
A memoir of the idle times ago plugged me loose
A silhouette of a gorgeous dale, pricked by the moon's ambient light
Paraded in my eradicated, terrified mind
A chimaera flared me with dark, begotten love
And visionary rolls of yesterday winced up
Sweet, melancholic love retreated back to me
A dreadful illusion when trapped in the jungles of tragic infatuation
Mercilessly pushed me to wreck havoc
Love with reason, care with no decision at all
By which death portrayed last hour of breath
Swayed did I in an entangled, shocking pulse?
A memoir of the idle times ago plugged me loose
A silhouette of a gorgeous dale, pricked by the moon's ambient light
Paraded in my eradicated, terrified mind
A chimaera flared me with dark, begotten love
And visionary rolls of yesterday winced up
Sweet, melancholic love retreated back to me
A dreadful illusion when trapped in the jungles of tragic infatuation
Mercilessly pushed me to wreck havoc
Love with reason, care with no decision at all
I placed my heart for the benefit of one
But not as expected of what I am to receive
The hunch for nothing to wait evaded my instincts
And that classical fear molested my views,
Of one thing which I call, a depressed facade
Wished did I possess the ability to lose memories?
As for what an amnesiac’s destiny seems to be
And of crying, I commanded myself to charge some cannons and fight with it
Just like embarking into plans for jailbreaks, or an escapade
Anxiously waiting for that retrieval to end
I found myself to stop, and forget
Booby traps embraced me as I set off
From that finale, for one story to thwart
And exploded from nowhere in the depths of my longing heart, as tear blades of anguish scratched my face, stormed by indisputable trouble
As I treated goodbyes to that slashed controversy, of reality towards strayed love
I beseeched my soul, "Must I love again?"
In just a split-second, my eyes pondered away from the past, that sanctuary of remembered lost dreams
And sailed through the sea of beginnings - a fresh start, of a 2nd, 3rd, 4th or nth time
Now is the era not to seek for vengeance
To fool like fools, nor look like one
But to accept the irresistible fact that we are victims - it's not yet time to find the right one
No one knows, she might just be waiting somewhere, some time
At that certain point of healing.
But not as expected of what I am to receive
The hunch for nothing to wait evaded my instincts
And that classical fear molested my views,
Of one thing which I call, a depressed facade
Wished did I possess the ability to lose memories?
As for what an amnesiac’s destiny seems to be
And of crying, I commanded myself to charge some cannons and fight with it
Just like embarking into plans for jailbreaks, or an escapade
Anxiously waiting for that retrieval to end
I found myself to stop, and forget
Booby traps embraced me as I set off
From that finale, for one story to thwart
And exploded from nowhere in the depths of my longing heart, as tear blades of anguish scratched my face, stormed by indisputable trouble
As I treated goodbyes to that slashed controversy, of reality towards strayed love
I beseeched my soul, "Must I love again?"
In just a split-second, my eyes pondered away from the past, that sanctuary of remembered lost dreams
And sailed through the sea of beginnings - a fresh start, of a 2nd, 3rd, 4th or nth time
Now is the era not to seek for vengeance
To fool like fools, nor look like one
But to accept the irresistible fact that we are victims - it's not yet time to find the right one
No one knows, she might just be waiting somewhere, some time
At that certain point of healing.
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