Letting Go Of The Memories!

My words are torment of time and age; I seek whatever I can to get by each day. Standing on the edge of the mountain and singing a song of hope, well, deliberate act of mistake can make people understand me less. I hum my song to the verge of coincide everyone’s feeling. I seek positive replacements and utter words that motivate them, to step away from an edge, to make their will far greater than they see. Awaken moments and broken promises that are enforced on us to play their song over and over again till you forget to hum the song of hope that was given from the day you were born. Yes, innocence that has left you now, you seek its virginity broken in demise. But your shyness and shame would cover your dignity enough to make a change for tomorrow. A voice inside you will scream even then, “There is no such thing as love”. Yet, you will seek day in and day out for once that was yours. “Believe…” a voice will echo, like a light you seem to have forgotten, yet have found a road. You will stand and walk and lay, as a child you dreamt of a place that was once. Your fury will lead to a greater danger but remember the song you once sung is still in your heart. The place you dreamt will play your song of hope. Take your courage from the smallest details to the deepest slumbers. “Be at peace”, will say the time, “for you have reached a place where everything is mine, lay your head low, destination is a place where you will go”.

Insanity Is The New Trend

We are in turmoil for getting ourselves treated, injecting a serum and breathing again by looking at the world so different. I'm suggesting the world ways they have not seen. They see me an ill patient with issues of times that are no more and I'm trying to live them. Kiss the night away, too young with an amount of morphine I'm under. This is the end I believe, where I'm happy and there is no sadness, my mind is at too many places to stand in a room, lights that blink an eye and I'm judged by brain leeches. Human heart is in pain, I need to be there, screaming at the top of my lungs as they feed on my soul. Their pills are their own flesh, telling me I'll get better. Tomorrow I'll breathe again, tomorrow is not a person, and I am still in pain. I never watched television and why are you telling me to see the world through it. I have eyes and my heart sees all that I want to. I am put inside a room where they pour cold water over me; try to electrocute those symptoms out of me. Where should I run, where am I to go, I am alone in their world. I should just sit for awhile and see their television, listen to their words, feel their emotions, I might get out of here sooner that way. I cannot be turned. I might just feel better, I will be okay.