laya.

Free me
from the shackles of your lie
from the most hidden substance
that I have long been deprived of

Free me
from those clenched fists
where i have long been imprisoned

Free me
from the shadow of uncertainties
to which i no longer belong

Free me
from the strokes of deceit
as my eyes bleed for truth

Free me
from the cries of the innocent ones
because i am now among them

Free me
from the abuse of the madman's tongue
for every word brings aching wounds

Free me,

From all of these;



Free me,

For i am a free man,


waiting to soar.






by: chi ae and pah tee.

crux ad infinutum.

struggling.

i am finding it hard to keep up.

words in me echo, but none of it

..............forceful enough to push me;

..............powerful enough to rule me.

feeble.

where doubt reigns,

and trust, misplaced…

…leaving me unguarded and unmoved.

outcast.

nobody knows of this dreadful tribulation;

morosely battered;

and beaten by such spiteful pangs.

miserable.

i am fearful of uncertainty;

deluded and numbed.

and in this monotonous cycle,

i break,

i bleed;

this is what i shall be,

for this, is what makes me human.

decant symphonies.

My muse, I've been waiting for you.
Why haven't you come?

I'm stuck at this pit fire,
My hands, now crippled
My heart, now shattered.

This is the only thing, I live for.
It will be the only thing, I am going to die for.

What I am,
And what I've become
Lies on this solid foundation,
That I've tried to build.

.............Using only this silence,
.............The resounding voice in my head;
.............The one who whispers,
.......................Bringing me into euphoria,
.......................A madness only you can create.

Now, as slowly as it could be,
Every letter, every word,
Slips through my fingers
Like velvet on my skin
.............Making it harder to cling on to;
.............Blinding me further,
.............Dragging me down and down,
......................And down...

It's back to nothing,
I am nothing,
I am numbed;

For my truth,
...........Are now disdained;
Never knowing, what it is.
Never finding, where it is.

My muse, I've been waiting for you.
Why haven't you come?