Goddesses are Fake

Towards the gaze are many forms.
Unreal from the current norms.
The lust behind every mans head,
Has a power to conceal it with love instead.

As time fades the doves look for shade.
Emergence of evil and treacherous waves.
Forms disappate through the dark caves.
Uprising of those immoral slaves.

Lost minds traverses through the body,
Lost souls travels to the heart.
Plentiful treasures for you to take .
Just remember ,
Godesses are fake.  

The Alternate Reality Envy

Erasing ourselves completely, without the pain of guilt.
To live once more, freely, without the open horrors.
Changing fate as we see fit.
Destinies that are well lit.

Transforming the world once again to your own.
Forgetting about debts and loans.
A world under your command and order.
Satisfaction once again comes at a cost.  

Though second chance given, we are still lost.
Thoughts and patterns change for us.
Emotions and instincts haunts all dimensions.
For as long as we are human, our path is unchanged.

Casuality of the Surroundings

Our surroundings passes as we fly,
Left to nature we rely.
Boundaries left by memories of pain.
Nothing to do,except complain.
Existence forced through mortal grounds.
Watching as fear takes it's rounds.

Not all is lost in this body of ours.
Spirits survive by monumental towers.
Though we rise, we tend to fall.
Knowing one day, we'll stand tall.

There are no true forms one can take.
There are no true forms one can fake.
Tortured by pondering over who we are.
Invite the surroundings and your journey wont be far.

The Infinite Character

Unaware by having self awareness.
All of us searching for the betterment,
Or a cause of enlightenment.
Sometimes washed away by unwanted fate.

The exterior, creating a drawing for others to see.
Some chose to see beyond,
Others let it be.
Forsaken is the self amidst the chaos.

Seek deeper and unveil a burdened memory.
All songs sung by same tune.
All patterns equally related to the cosmic law.
All of which we thought and saw.


To end the unending answers to self,
The universe is our friend,
And our friend is the universe!

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!

Tears of the Creameated Soul

The fall of darkness is shadowed by the bright wave of light.
A soul shall rest in peace tonight.
For those that are undead, beware of the dead in sight!
A soul is born every night, but the soul is preserved at day.
A soul is born once the star bursts.
Evil will enter if it may......
The body is buried at sunset, when the demon's dawn begins!
The crows start to sing and the termites start to dig in.
Sacred tears fall and so death arises from the ashes of my eyes.
Who will listen to my forgotten pain and cries?
To burden another might ease my thought,
I will rise above the rest and look after what i sought!
Death is what I am and no one can stop me.
I am  victorious ,I am  free,I am now, never the slave you wanted  me to be!
The power I feel is like a blanket of feather,nothing can strike it not even the weather!
Twist and shout.
Scream and pain.
Agony and bloodshed..........are all the same.
On whom shall I take my rage!
Whom shall I tear apart in carnage?
The answer is clear.
I am at eternal peace and my misery has ended with a tear!