Fear and Oblivion

The strangely lit candles shine into an open room.
The same room where everything is clear yet dark.
A blinded image for most of us and a sacred glow for some.
A path is followed through the light.
Dark consequences which we fight.
Feared shadowed images of the dead.
Float anonymously in our head.
Covered by our mind which fears the silence.
The mind which traps us in its place.
Unable to control what we see and do.
Blocking us  from their important views.
Shielding us from their goals and twists.
Why do we forever watch the darkness and cry?
Learn from it and soar high!

Curse of the Blind

Close your eyes and observe your heart.
Mistakes are blinded from the start.
Emotional joy which brings happiness and faith.
Prepare yourself before its too late.

A shock of treachery might arise in disguise.
Crushing your soul cause you were blind.
Stabbing your heart from behind.
Darkness shadows your deepest emotions.

Realization of evil from your love.
Is it all fate from above?
Joyful memories stamped on with joy.
Playing with you like a puppet toy.

The unwanted remains of bliss are hard to forget.
Time standing still, waiting for the sunset.
Buried forgiveness with the rise of anger.
Loneliness and insanity filled with sorrows of anguish.

They will bleed and you shall wait.
A new seed is planted in a life which you retake!

Greater than the Bold

Diminishing thoughts of dreamed goals.
Wishing if you could escape into the open.
Vivid mind erased by societies rising power.
Destroying bridges when its half made.
Hopes and dreams fade.

Greatness comes after being thrashed and shoved.
It doesn't matter if you are loved.
It goes against the brick you stand on.
It goes for the rope to hang on.

Truth in judgment are blocked by the ones we care.
They lead us in a path which is unfair.
Fools follow this path of delusional bliss,
Wondering if their glory has arrived.
Achievements of no meaning,  making them feel important and blind.

Look away from those who detour your route.
Follow your mind in the world of greatness.
Fill it with the true meaning of destiny!
Even though society is against you and me.

The Weak and the Wanderer

System of donkeys made to follow by the superior flesh.

Rising above with unforeseen power, connected by a mesh.

Retaliate and you shall witness no dreams or future.

Jointly stitched by artificial sutures.

We are made to follow what they dream and desire.

Following the proper order and attire.

Creating the illusion of pointless intelligence.

The weak emerge from their emotionless pit.

A life of difficulties the wanderer faces.

Ever reckoning to end the broken system.

A life with dreams and desires of his own.

The weak points to him as a stone.

As we turn weak, our mind turns to gold.

A precious stone with value but nothing more.

We are made to believe that there is honor in following the system.

A system in which the judgment is controlled by the upper hand.

The weak are made to sit and never stand.

To dominate is not a sole purpose but a cycle.

Without the cycle, it is only a single entity.

Remove those who tighten you with invalid rules.

Explore and question those weak fools!