Sunday, November 13, 2011
[Self-Invasion - The Pagliacci version]
World doesn't decide the pace of life; perhaps. The waves of fortune slide away the chuck of goodness. Creeping through the luminous stars of fraternity, I leave myself alone in this brawler's world. A perfect knock-out punch - not even a grappler's arm breaker or high gut-wrench power bomb. An insult of credence back a sloppy guy and his only friend and foe - the loneliness. Loneliness kills a guy, down and under it shrugs him through, stabs him through, the anxiety curses his reign. He just awaits a glimpse of light, just a ray of hope. Some might say that sunshine follows thunder; go and tell it to the man who cannot shine.
Lets go self-accountable this time. With a in-depth indulge of sorrow offered in the package, let this world sublime in another age of time. Take me at the top of the world cause I just want to see my crime. Breathless sighs accompanied by some heart throbbing, "Ahh!". Wow! my Lord I didn't realize, I just stumbled through time . I lost just about everything; they say my greatness, my ambition, my faith and most of all myself. Just only if you had knew, if just only you had knew.
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