Awaken

Doubt gently brushes its wings against my mind as I see his sleeping face... The last time it had subdued me completely... He had not woken for so long... Now as his head lies on my lap... I know he will wake again in the morning...

Rumors

Shallow

More in my face 

Than is my taste

I grow so weary I'll surrender

To what they say

Let them lead the way

Till' I can no longer remember

My darling dreams

Prewritten scenes

Whatever felt my own

So to save face

I'll take my place

Where I may safely feel alone

Glad the waters are so shallow

When the river runs so cold

I'm quick to wait

Too slow to take

They call me gracious for my patience

And I feel proud

Under that shroud

And all the while it's all evasion

Some humor here 

To fend off fear

And I'm a little more lost, oh dear

So to save face

I'll hold my place

So I may safely feel alone...

©Poets Of The Fall

Rumours... All of us face them... Sometimes they malign us... Or someone we know...  Strangely sometimes they even test us... Of our resilience... Our sense of principles... Sometimes... They unmask our real selves to our own selves... sometimes a strange rumour crops up... One where our enemy's the one in pain... The way we react to it shows us much about ourselves... even though it might be false in the end... Its almost like judgement day... But here we're only judged by our heart of hearts... which knows us since our conception... If we shatter our principles like glass... we can never recover their original form but if we pass... we realize there might not be the purity of truth in it... but at least if it were true we 've passed... Our higher consciousness accepts us and we realise we're still in the whiteness of purity and light not the stygian darkness... That our night indeed turned into day and did not last in eternal darkness...     

Aberration

Aberration... Ever realised you live right in the middle of a frothing sea of aberration?.... The innocent punished for things they didn't commit... Fourteen years of blood tears flowed from two black eyes... The guilt borne by the one who delicately balances your world... Who keeps his life hanging by a thread only so you don't have to lose yourself in the pain... Fourteen years... For fourteen years... He held me... Took over the responsibilities of the ones who deserted me... abandoned me... Now the time has come for me to abandon him... Aberration... Is there ever an end to it... Do we ever have refuge from it?... I wonder...