HadeSam

Left me a deep scar buried in my mind's bar.

No blood and no skin,

If you focus hard enough you can see through and take a glimpse of where I have been.

Search for my heart,

You will find it rotting in my stomach,

That specific one will lead you to my bloody veins.

Dive in and let your cruise sink in.

Maybe then you will get how the whole clock works.

I do not grow under the rayons of the sun,

Yet I can assure you that my slender body glows under the downpour.

I will prove that my theories are righteous and that is for sure.

You feed on dragging me down while victimizing yourselves like a creepy clown.

Fool around with you and pretend like your words matter is what I will do.

Keep dancing until that marked by sorrow mask breaks.

I do not do words and my current action will show you where it takes.

"No idea" best describes your understanding of me.

"See ya" is what you will read on my lips when I wave goodbye.

And for you, keep hiding forever under that grand lie.

This is where you belong,

This is where you feel protected and safe,

Not my eyes though,

Never them.

Beyond they have seen,

Ready they are to get rid of a hellish gene.

Blame and swear at me all you want.

Whether I make it or this will be the chapter of my body's end.

Feeling like everything is no longer fair.

Even when I extremely have to,

Even when I strongly want to,

Even when I mostly need to,

I find no power or will in me to share.

Because who would even bother to care.

Sensing that my present is stuck in the middle,

A knot that is not as easy to solve as a kid's riddle.

Yesterday is never history.

It hunts you down the moment you start running and reach the hall.

A time will come where it will haunt your soul,

Freezes you in a world that has been built on a plinth,

Only to find out that you're nowhere but in a huge labyrinth.

Blocking my space stars that used to shine.

I will claim them myself and show them in my smile,

Make it obvious, crystal clear so no one asks why.

Let it all rot, it'll get tasty someday like a fine wine.

Chin high up, not all feathers are fragile.

I will spend my life collecting them until I can finally fly,

Reach the horizon then why not reach and touch the sun.

It is worth it even if I turn into ashes when I'm done.

Many attempts proved that I am my number one.

The number I start rising from and eventually go back to.

The shape that will stand still even after the triumphs I face and in them I chill.

This is where it begins,

A story untold of a panther on a hill,

And when the clock stops, you will witness no other name in my will.

For the moments we lived together

For the laughter and tears we dropped when we were talking about forever

For the time we spent looking at our gazes and admiring each other

For the warm and bittersweet nights we passed connecting and trying to understand one another

I'll cherish them all till the minute I fall

A history was made thanks to a story untold

for a day to come where it is all written on a paper that we can never fold

let it all out, I will be waiting with you from afar for the new hand you are going to hold

I hope you got to the realization that neither me nor you are the ones to scold

I am waving at you now since you are tying your shoe

I will take that ribbon with me and bury in a sacred place in my heart

The memories we made are a new shape of art

and since we can't get them back

that is the reason why they are so precious

For a couple that was anything but malicious.

Recycling my journey and the real Me

Earning what I deserve, a gift of fate or a burdened curse

Enchanted by the lightning strike and the rhythm of rivers in a majestic universe

Digging the depth of my soul to break the chains, heal and console

On a cozy night, I am the hands of the clock and also the door you will never find to knock on

Mentoring the close ones while showing them the beauty of the dawn.

Offering the great me a chance and a new ride

A peaceful heart quite vast and quite wide

Feeling the smallest details and fool emotions collide

A new version so precious and so bright

Creating something that will definetly come back

Memoirs that will last longer than the purest soul

Finally holding the highest tip of the string and reaching my goal

No longer the divided pieces of the mask of that old broken doll

Smile,

Let the planet feel it not only witness it once in a lifetime

They fear it because they know it's as shiny as a grand dime

Embrace it and let the small village burn

Let their necks hurt and break when they turn

Trust,

You, the one who has always been the source of dew

Thou, who became all that you are.

Thee, the phoenix that rose from its ashes and surpassed the sea.

I no longer need a clarification.

The game I play now is called meditation.

I go fill my heart with peace at a gas station.

It may not like the answer my mind gives,

Or even the reality my body lives.

I'm not jumping off that cliff,

I became a warrior,

Extremely strong and stiff.

I became a soldier,

My way is only full of flowers that I usually sniff.

I am a survivor,

Even in a dark ocean at night I am that bright diver.

I am a smurf,

A color can define my surroundings but not the root of my nerve.

I am flying with birds,

A leash has no power on me exactly like your harmful words.

I'm now starting,

Fledging, trusting the process and no longer doubting.

Breaking the shield and offering my child a seat,

In a green field where you can find nothing but the soil of tomorrow to seed.

Cheers,

For ambitious times ahead and a new type of breed.

I stood in the middle and guess I witnessed a couple of ghosts.

I took a glance east,

They're suddenly celebrating by having a feast,

Surprisingly they're not as huge as a cannibal beast,

Or even terrifying like the ocean of the north

Where I jumped and fell deep in its waves because I know their worth.

I sat down and shut my mouth up.

I stopped breathing like I'm sipping coffee from a nasty cup.

I crossed my legs and hands as if I had some skin to rub.

I felt sorrow.

Didn't find the power to open my eyes like I'm a tunnel that is so narrow,

But even though there was no light to provide me the courage that I can borrow,

I was inspired enough by the box of Pandora,

To the point that I widely blinked away to find myself observing such a beautiful aurora

I'm sobbing and my tears are invisible since they're mixed with salty aqua.

I'm underneath,

it's all over the place yet feels like a homemade juice that I can forget my name but never its taste.

I'm extremely comfortable here, but to reach the stars I got to be somewhere near,

Surpass the space and hold my one of a kind brighty lighty mace.

That's why I'm currently heading south.

For freedom I offer a widely vast smile on my mouth.

Knowledge isn't what we must need to acknowledge,

Instead we need to work on having the privilege to actually start to fledge,

Then find the truth ourselves by living it step by step, take a breath to finally make another step and jump from our personal top shelf.

There's nothing called "running out of time" after all

Since we can manipulate the clock's hands and play them like a ball.

Either way, time is a cycle, a labyrinthine loop and there is no power in the universe that is able to make it stall.

Everybody wants to be seen

Bright and white jeweleries all being clean

Free with different themes and dressing like a tree

Day to night, from a gala to a club

Money everywhere and checks to rub

Limitless cards yet never out from bars

Wasting anywhere

Wasting everywhere

When it comes to donations who are u to dare?

In need indeed unlike u, all u care about is to breed

Parties, bars

Champagne and cars

When u hear their voices u claim u have nthn to do or make

Then offer them to eat "CAKE"

Gala, clubs

Wine and pubs

Games indeed, monopoly and hunger that u seed

From weed and biscuit moving on to a district

Peace is the sign

Standing tall with faces filled with a smile.

Mines anywhere, bombing everyone everywhere

Buildings and hospitals exploded like a program being coded

I don't think I see gray even though it's still a day

And that's what we call black.

Shaming and cursing at them holding peace flags

Losing bodies and souls yet brightly smiling and focusing on their goals

Unlike those claiming the roles and acting like assholes and whoes

Destruction and war yet u can still see the spark in their eyes and the hope in their hi's

And that's what we call white.

An existing land for centuries should never end

Can't see the grass anymore

But still can feel it in spite of the mess

Heads up to the sky filled with what we call dream

And that here is what we call green.

Rotten hearts, empty minds

Soulless gazes, cruel phases

Beheaded civilian, not one but more than a million

Tortured, Burned and families praying to Lord

Ripped apart and this is not even the start

Lake at night

Dark color, is it a flood of mud?

So many doubts but I can assure u it's blood

Some seem to be sleeping peacefully in a bed

However, many others will rise from the dead

And that's what we call red.