Sands of Time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDDMzfdBnB0   A short piece I composed some time ago.

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Like how the vultures circle the dead, The reminiscence of the past revolves around his head In his isolation, he sits by the windowpane As happy as the passing strangers,  will he ever be again? The shadows flicker, the projection of black. Tears roll down, they don't ask. Frozen and as cold as a stone... Continue Reading →

Forgotten pages

You read, you write, you fail to connect, I am the chapter you erased. No meaning to these blank spaces. For this character comfortably depressed. For years these pages shall remain blank No writer shall bring it back.. The impression on the pages of that golden plot. The only evidence of our love.

Under the spell

This isn't something I would share, but this one, it is something. I was never so influenced by my own music, I always listen to my on repeat for 2 or 3 days with critical ears, I will never have such critical ears when I'm listening to my favorite artist or any other artist. If... Continue Reading →

Apparition

The farther I go, the closer it takes. It's with your memories my love In a hundred pieces My existence shatters, my heart breaks What I'd do my love, It's not easy, often thinking of erasing myself. Silenced by my situation, my hands tied, I'll learn from my mistakes, I'll mend the fences , it's... Continue Reading →

Farewell

Stop me dead on my track. Play it clean stab me from the back Divide me by the night Eclipse my moon, take my light Contort the judgement make it right Over the horizon, away from my sight. *** This is my art for my next song/track.

Sands of Time

Hands of time struck in line mind wonder, will you ever be mine? Rofous nightingale your voice it seems, "Hello", heart's fly "Goodbye", heart's sigh worry not, I won't pry. Hark! Heart palpitating skipping in an abnormal beat, pyrosis, serotonin and dopamine so low, into entropy, unusual flow. In an ocean, waves of thought. Left... Continue Reading →

Concealing Fate

A question not of if but of when I remember laughing it off back then. On a mission and safely hidden This warrior within has been beaten. Too much of it getting harder to hold. On a warmer side, but it feels so cold. A friend who would not let this hide, For the rest... Continue Reading →

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