Fear. Fear is a strange thing. It makes you do things you wouldn’t do in your right mind. Sometimes unknown and sometimes known fear. Fear of doing things, fear of saying things, fear of disappointment, fear of hurt, fear of loss. Amidst all that you fear, not being able to pick up yourself from pieces, is the fear you fear the most. And that my heart, is your greatest defeat. You fear your own fears!
Restless night keep you wondering
What if someone watches you while dreaming
Their gaze stuck on your reflection
Moonlight giving glow of perfection
Unaware of the battlefield that bleeds
Quilting dreams of the peace doesn’t need
As if looking in a million mirror pieces
Each one of your being decreases
Only you draw the chest to lock
Lost safe haven in hands of clock
How long do you last before shattered
Wake them to see you one last time scattered.
They say I’m weird
Although I don’t have a beard
A chest full of dreams
That shine through the seams
Locked away in fears
Of stripping away their cheers
With daggers and swords
Come at them my lords
For when I take a peek
Merely to get my hopes bleak
Hiding sorrows under a grin
Defeat accepted with no win
Clear I can’t fight reality anew
Wishing I was like the few
Soldiers warriors if may be called
Victory for them as they hauled
Tired of them calling me weird
Give me a wish to be disappeared.
As I lay awake at night
Scared to let sleep take flight
Cause I know what awaits
On the other side of slumber bait
Shadows taking over soul
Feeding on my worries all
Exhibiting deepest secrets to haunt
Leaving vulnerable scars to flaunt
Fears whirling up a cyclone
Mocking existence of my own
Into a million pieces,
It wasn’t the mirror, shattered,
The soul of thy reflector,
Died a thousand deaths, unmattered,
With each glance,
A million more of her, unraveled,
The haven now lost,
Left her exposed, unsheltered.
My secret place, lost so soon
Happy I was, over the moon
Scared of my own happiness,
Couldn’t accept the naughtiness,
Destined I may be for all they see,
To sit curled up under the tree,
Burning within by the urge so strong,
Slowing shrinking to where I belong.
Sitting alone, all curled up under the tree
Waiting for the light, that would set me free
Or is it the ground, that’ll split and take in me
For what I have done, repentance can’t I see
I saw a light, shinning through,
Wandering in the forest blue,
Hiding from the hungry crew,
That set to soak all its sinew.
Mighty yet frail oh so,
Broken down yet you go,
Hoping for a sunny show,
Out with courage, again you roe.
Hold on tight for it will come,
Dancing on your beat of drum,
To take thee to the world of some,
For when you smile, it’s their rum.
Lust or love, how do you know?
Oh my heart, will you not blow?
A getaway, too good you show,
But dare you ever go so low?
A million questions for you though,
First of which, is your own glow,
Ye ever going to retort the bestow?
Or have the strength for all sorrow?
Brave be to let the love outgrow?
Lust or love, you should never know!
Impish eyes that look for you,
Hunting for the kismet new,
Tweaking, twisting, drew,
Switching modes anew,
Do ye have any clue,
Ye pine me strew.