Our Story

Conspire why, my friend?
My faceless name
haunts your intellect?
I let you into my story
I walk into yours,
and yet, why, my friend?

Song of Lies

Neither grudge nor curse I shall.

But, write I shall tonight, a song of your lies
Buried in the pit of an ocean that’s your heart
Your ancestors’ graves, warmer than your
Heart that even mask deceit wears.

So shall I tell the wind of your lies,
So the sky shall see your hollowed heart,
The ground shall open to bury the broken
Pieces of my tears, swallow your mask

Naked, be you!!! Dance to ‎the song
I wrote of your lies. The wind shall scream
The song‎. So your other lives shall hear
Them lies, floating in space.

Them, Poets

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Them, are sensitive,
Small pictures blown up
nothing but melancholia
Fear not,
Believe not
In their words
hide no deceit,
them, crazy poets.