For I'm not alone

For I'm not alone,

For I'm surround by the shadows ,

And by weird time combinations,

For they to remind me that they are already there,

Voids are still there,

For they will never be filled,

Daydreaming the mind goes,

Don't know what goes,

Life and time just goes by,

For I don't care thats why,

Time flows day become night,

And I don't know time just go by,

I don't feel happiness or saddness,

For how would I,

For I'm lost in time,

And time just flies by. . . .

Lullaby of fan and darkness

The lullaby of the fan and the darkness,

Here let me sing you a lullaby,

To close ya eye and make you fall,

In the arms of the night,

For each spin the fans sing a song,

Sometimes rhyming and sometimes period,

For it cuts away the air,

To provide you relief,

With spinning madly to make you sleep,

For darkness already takes you in his arms,

And soothes you up till you sleep,

To far away,

Where pain is imaginary and fanasty is lived,

Till the morning rays wake you up,

For a new day. . . .

Morning

Morning morning it is,

A little stretch of arms,

Popping up of bones,

Why is the gravity so heavy right now,

Wanna just lay there,

Outside the morning rays welcome me,

Shining in my eyes,

And opening up the day,

With a little effort I get up,

Go to bathroom to little freshen up,

A couple of more yawns,

A nice morning tea to feel the fresh start,

And there,we are ready to start the day. . . .

A dead thought

A dead thought roam in my mind,

Why is I fear my self,

Why do the instrument of death excite me,

Let the blood flow,

The blood will flow in river,

Thick and red it flows,

Divinity is lost,

People are lost in transitions,

Wanna kill off those who hurt my love ones,

Start believing in self,

Before believing in god,

Unbound yourself,

Free yourself,

Let ya self go,

Away from all,

For everything is dead,

We need to relive it,

Nights would soon turn sleepless,

Pain would be endured,

And there would be a new opening. . .

Funny world

Life is funny isn't it,

It makes us thristy for people and things,

They took up place of addiction,

A addiction which is above all,

You can't leave nor you can't fully fulfil ya thrist,

That how two people are bounded,

That rush and thrist are like a boom,

Funny is the world isn't it. . . .

Torturous day

Torturous torturous the day is,

Forgotten registration form will make me run here n there,

Long will be the day,

Feel like scream out loud,

Why the work here is worse than goverment offices,

Run and run and run,

Notes to be photocopied,

Studying to be started,

Legs will pain at the end of day,

Such a tortourous day it is. . . .

Funny time

Funny thing is time,

Sometimes it flows,

Sometimes it doesn't,

Memories make us cry and cry,

It's better to let the past burried below,

Sometimes we wish we had a timemachine,

And change all the things we regret of,

But that would also change the joyous moment we had,

It's better to let things flow,

No matter how hard you try,

You can't go against the flow,

And life will float you away,

In the river of life,

With unexpected twists and turns,

Surving at the end of day,

Till the journey is completed in the end. . . .