Sunday, July 23, 2023

VON (Music from a cold land )


all of us from same seed , 
What make us tick , fear over desires,
no wonder subjects camoflauged. 
throtteling bubbles among traped lives ,
in time cage asks for middle ground .

Drifting us away to a
  gaze as cold as ice , 
runing on ears, surfing down to spine 
Like a progressive synesthesia .
  knitting us down over silver fortune ,
  to create abyss , fuel me with violence.
  
Here's How not to sell a soul to a demon 
Unraveling to release, 
ran from the fenced lives ,
Like a titanium sanded into spikes.
Reach out to wonderland
 catch me upon your eyes .
keep reminding to show up
Release it and I shall catch it .
 
Reminiscing in the name of fearless hope  
ascend to unbound ,
Nowhere to go nowhere to be found .
It is in you and me ,
Remember us that we lived .











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