Is it so cold tonight, or a miracle of my imagination?
Guess the whole thing started over a little Intoxication?
Enough of the broken leaves leading to broken bonds,
Tonight I free you from me , Your greatest haunt?
I played it off, said I didn't care your existence in me,
Yes I am living, A life where so incredibly sharp blades,
With a wry sense of humor , knowing we cannot flee,
Foolish & soft, so touchy how we were made.
Yes I am gone, but that will hardly matter,
Giving you yet another reason to follow hatred?
My promises still are live & beginning to clatter,
A sound , A voice, Those three words so Sacred.
And I will not regret any second in this left garbage,
because I have something I clinched from you,
Your toxic eyes, most deceitful they never age,
In satiated delusions of breeze to go through.
Ending up this charade is easier than living it,
without any purple horses around to laugh with,
& when it was your only meaning to life, So be it,
Dreadfully buried dreams of a failure's creed.
But I will live, Live to play with demons scaring me,
Live to show you, It's you who only mattered ever,
Live with a slap from continuous palm of destiny,
Live to show my crippled life with illusions so clever.
Note: Don't ask me stupid Questions. I have only written it because I felt so.
