Tears In The Desert

Solitude inevitable by death,
Dragging conscious of life.
Through she sat, waiting;
Oh! The provocative shout!

Lying closely, nearing the end.
All she needed was; time out.
Bearing the fruit of her emptiness,
Cries prevailed the starlight.

Shutting out from the world,
She needed to set her life straight.
All the dangerous specimen,
Never really her mistake.

Insecurities poisoned,
Snuggled in with delight.
Holding on to the peace, she needed.
Tears in the desert, alas!

Demoiselle In Distress

Her personality is covered,
Only an outspoken vertebrate.
Her sorrows are hidden,
Behind the smile on her face.

She is misjudged,
Due to words unsaid.
She is distraught,
By the action of her fate.

Silence masking arrogance,
Friendly masking flirt,
She can't keep her buttons up,
Unless she has some shame.

Actions mistaken for words,
The ones which are never said.
Support is all that she needed,
The Demoiselle in distress.

Estranged Feelings

The days are getting longer, darker and unbearable.
Please, let me out.

Spider webbed by emotions,
Conclusions not made.
Covered by a notion,
Of a spooky address.

Clouded by numbness;
Estranged by feelings.
Guts, Love, Innocence,
All out of place.

Light-sourced man,
A respected beloved.
Shattered like glass,
Such a mess.

Bounded by darkness,
Snake-bitten dreams,
All we need is a;
Soulful rest.

The days are getting longer, darker and unbearable.

Please, let me out. 

Mystery Man [Series, Volume 2]

She shut the world with her eyes,
Tears streaming down her face.
Flinching under the sunlight,
A tale she would never tell.

Reflection in the mirror,
Obstruction in her path.
There, he crossed again,
What was this worth?

A dark knight pride,
A rose of a heart.
He seemed so distant
Yet resided in her mind.

The rouged eyes set upon her,
Had a thousand words unsaid.
He loved her dearly,
But the words unheard till death.

She shut the world with her eyes,
The voice of love had no sense,
Except when she looked him in the eye.
Except when he was by her side.

Blood Of The Diseased

I had to convince myself,
Convincing, for a thousand years.
"I'm not discarded, I'm loved",
I told myself.

The walls seemed to laugh,
"You're useless",
They yelled back.
Useless.

I needed a shelter,
Shelter of love,
The shelter of strength.
Just a shelter.

Nothing held me back,
But myself.
They say I'm sensitive,
But, what do they know?

The blood that runs in my veins,
They are made of snow.
The blood that runs within me,
It's diseased.

No one can fix them,
No one can withstand them,
No one can fix them,
Not even me.

Complication & Innocence

Complication peaked through
Like the ray of Sun.
Hiding beneath the shades,
A soul of Innocence.

Shining upon the light,
An aggressive Black star.
Awaiting to grab with its forearm,
Outshining the Gold.

Laid out, a fine line
Between Black and white.
Strategically phasing Innocence,
Tearing it apart.

Pouring in whiskey on the burns,
Bruised, lying flat on the ground.
Complication peaked through
Like the ray of Sun.

Ruins Of The Demon

Locked the door, thousand years ago.
Scars and shadow all over the floor.
Blood of  dispute,
Sins of Love.

Sentiments run, only in drains.
Nothing seemed lively anymore.
Notes of hatred,
Songs of the demon.

Window shut, gloomy sighs.
Behind every smile, a flick of despair.
Words of the Satin,
Eyes of an Angel.