The truth and me…
Wreathing my remains,
Trying to make my thoughts wane…
Bewitched by the sparkling eyes,
Is a place where the stars lie…
Eyes close, chaos ensues,
Fathoming the martyr blues…
I, being my life’s mason,
Laughing at the worldly worlds mock treason…
Leaving behind the conceivable explanation,
Not caring for the delineation…
Realising that the truth’s in disguise,
Under layers of cloaks it hides…
Innocent eyes on a vile being,
Truths cloaks and vices fleeing…
People in vicinity tremble in fright,
Vulnerable to the wrath of truth, in sight…
Weary eyes staring straight ahead,
Being cautious so as to where they tread…
Wavering and hesitating under the weight of decisions,
Blinded by their clear vision…
The time to waver is long gone ,
Standing up against the plan which life’s architect has drawn…
Look beyond what you see,
Beyond the grave is where I’ll be…
