Polish the Perfection (Yin)
A question? An answer.
A problem? A solution.
Difficulty? Endeavour.
But death? Life? Really?
And perfection? Imperfection... Really?
Your stare, piercing bleeding black
A sign of hatred and distrust
The morbid games we played in the past
Now digging holes into my future
My present buried somewhere in those holes
Where I can't find it, a dead end
With no present, there is no future
With no future, no hope
Only desolation and suffocation
At some corner of time
Being alive is now just a wait to die
A slow still endless wait
All a plan so perfect, set
Within a perfect sphere, dimensionless.
But I can't praise the fixation
To bring the sphere some dimension
I have to Polish the Perfection.
Lines in my palm, dark and stark
My map to my eclipsed future
Life's short, heart broken and destiny reversed
All so mislead, timeless
Carrying your future at stake
The images so vivid
Shows a vista of carnage, blood bath
With you and me forced to view
Our owns tearing apart
Hopelessness ceased to exist
To empower the forlorn
Only a gate remains between me and future
Constantly knocked by Forlorn
So no way of evasion, still more suffocation
But I see a blunt knife on the pile of books
To tear through my lines to form a triangle
Life, heart and destiny
Now I will open the gate to take my chance
See, if I can Polish the Perfection.
When darkness prevails perfect
I search for the thinnest rays of hope
Good and bad are just parameters
To change the world
A perfect world
Where nothing is constant but change
I strive to Polish the Perfection.
1 comments:
superb....
nice thought
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