Cursed Lands

Smirk of a cracked skull in an old trap

With dusted teeth it looked fine in dirt

I’m quite sure that the spectator still gets paranoid of the picture

How much he fought, fighting not for his life but for the future

But the wire so merciless, it won’t let him venture that fatal and get away with it

Right there he would lie tired and rest his temper, time had no choice but to swallow him

Starred deep in its eyes, I see another lost line that could have made great difference

I see another hope that could have lit a faith

I saw another dry branch that could have popped most seeds

I pause a while, it wasn’t a waste of moment

I felt a possible energy radiating within a halo Soul

I froze there long enough to build a sacred bond

I stood there in absence of light, stress was getting worse

I turned into a statue, compelled by the power of curiosity.

Course of the bullet brought along fear in these mess city

Course of paper-work brought along generation of slaves unto guilty confidence

Course of coin brought along the picture of hunger

 Existence of my kind runs smooth on foundation of lies

Baptised in unholy waters, my world is flipping over

My brown tissues just switched green

I’m facing reality with naked flash, isolated from kingdom of my creator

Is blur in these forests, I might miss my stepping stone and collect my cells on earth.

Crouching on prose, leaving behind, a blood mark and scars of emotional history

Leaving behind, an unexplainable tragedy in a disturbed consciousness

Leaving behind, a massive sacrifice hoping tomorrow I wake up on a bed full of granted wishes

Leaving an army of glorious idea in a clan of successive ambitions

Painting an image, believing that one day will cure infected visions.

Displaying a convincing scene with forever motivation.