Waves of Torment

 It comes in waves

The tidal wave, heavy with anger, grief and sorrow.

Like a brick wall crushing an ant.

Then it dissipates, until tomorrow.

There is stillness now, 

A pleasant warmth in the air.

Free from obligations, no despair.

No foreshadow of another wave, but life is unfair.

The tsunami blots out the sun,

Frozen in time and space there is nowhere to run.

The unbearable burden of the heart weeps as it's skinned through fine lacerations of memory.

Removal of bonded souls is torture with no remedy.

The stillness is now fewer and far between.

The waves are constant, but not as harsh as it would seem.

The separation of souls, almost complete, almost gone.

The heart clings to its final thread, an illusion, for a new hope, a new dawn.

In Between an Ending

Before the end they will come to us,
Bowing down to your soul.

Before the end they will measure,
Your accomplishments and goals.

Before the end the voice will halt,
so that your silence would be heard.

Before the end the crowd will cheer,
For every pause and word.

Before the end, we see our enemy,
As our noble friend.

Before the end our heart is torn,
As our friendship comes to an end.

Before the end we fight for honor,
Until the war is won.

Before the end we dream of paradise,
Until the dream is done.

Before the end you realize,
That your pain and suffering are false.

Only at the end you notice,
Your about to have an eternal loss.

Midnight Universe

Similarities between words and tunes.
The song is made.
Differences between opinion and thoughts.
Reveals the blade.

The edge of the earth, a place for some.
Others doubting where you're from.
Visual centric minds are yet to be seen.
Advancements made through machine.

The creator has failed to make us live.
It does not depend on what he gives.
Involvement of the universe is needed in our heads.
Attainable only when sleeping in our beds.

Understanding the random thought of emotions.
Mixed adventures or curious notions.
Different patterns in the rhythmic clouds.
All related to us as a crowd!

Encircled by Corpses

Forced upon where we do not belong.
The only option is to be strong.
Dull and feared are the minds of corpses.
Dependent they are to decompose to dirt.

Final stage of the corpse is attained.
The living left through suffering and pain.
The stench of the dead chokes the living.
The claws of death drags the being.

Though the crowd of the dead decompose.
The living should not follow the same, but oppose.
Different purposes and different thoughts  lead to the same goal.
Forced opinions and similar emotion leads to  dead without soul.

Proceed with the judgement of being alive, and you'll be alive.
It takes time for the real judgement to arrive.
Hack the claws of death to survive.
Follow yourself and thrive!

The Fear Mask

It is not the fear of self which creates our flame,
But the fear that others will rise against our game.
We believe in unwanted emotions, when we can be satisfied by apathy.
The false judgement in witnessing the inner beauty of beasts.

Pretending to be more than human, which makes us a star.
Abolishing that aim which doesn't get us far.
Offended by insults from the lack of pain.
Is like surrendering to  a cause without any gain.

The flame ignites while the smoke surrounds.
Choking the innocent all around.
The face of fear is not a good mask.
Allow it remain and attain an  unaccomplished task.

Recorded Sins

Minds were dispersed when the universe was born.
Now they're lost, now they're torn.
Instincts emerge right from birth.
Unleash your instincts and there would be hell on earth.

Violence might be an admired perception.
The view of an altered man's deception.
Traveling and searching for truth in a world where reality is insane. 
Some follow but others are plain.

The abolition of the weak  for a greater mind.
Trying to change the path of mankind.
Erasing our fears and blocking our means to do right.
Like a new born man without sight.

Guilt is recorded and erased by the strong.
The weak is swallowed knowing right from wrong.
Violate the memory and you shall question your deeds.
Erase all the memory and you shall have no needs.

Architecture of Intellect

The arsenal of power and the design of intellect.
Two  phases which boldly intersect.
Lost you'll be in the world of chaos.
Ever staring at why the world hates you.

Rise of satisfaction and the depression from laughter.
Running away, without knowing what your after.
A stack of love which rises from within.
A turn towards emotions and its lost with sin.

Vortex of terror blinded by fate.
Loosing time, its always too late.
Brushing and washing the memories with tear.
Everyday the end seems near.

Blessed are those who don't think and ponder.
Cursed are those who experiment and wander.
All phases designed like a tower,
Ever paralyzed in the existence of life.
Creating unwanted intelligence from our random mind.
The rest exist, but intellect is blind.

Sorrows of an Unwanted Outcast

Sacred tears wash my forgiving eyes,
When you have to make yourself laugh to stop yourself from crying
Emotions of abundant rage and tolerance
With so much of violence, so much of pain,
So much of anger dedicated in your brain.

There is no choice but to depend on yourself,
Untrustworthy people stored upon the bookshelf.
No one to wash away the miseries and memories.
Only the whistle of the breeze and trees.

Struggles and sorrows are all part of your goal.
Cowards have no direction , only paths which they stole.
Enemies which pushes you away.
Watching you as you turn weak.
Waiting for you to become their prey.

Devote yourself to the true color of your eyes.
The beauty which is clear as the skies.
Do not be mislead by fools or Gods.
Follow the path of the north star.
Do not be ashamed of who you truly are!

Path of a Righteous Mind

The ultimate price of pain is when your killed through pleasure.
Miseries collided into a barrier filled with shocks and sorrows.
Let your own soul not know the burden you carry,
For it is a very heavy load.

Depression leads to tears of oppression and rebellion.
Let them not stand in your way,
For it is they, who have freed the monster buried beneath your soul!
It is they , who pleasured you with hopes and goals.

A quick rain of thought and you gaze at yourself with spiritual eyes.
What are you becoming............?
You must move forward and end their lies.
The violence must be controlled through swirls of vortexes in your head
It should be silently approached instead.

Your own path shall save lives!
Your own path shall help lives!
Your own path shall inspire lives!