HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MELISSA FUMERO!💖  August 19, 1982 

She faced the room, her hands covered in blood

looked within herself for relief but the horror was setting in

She had done this, killed every last one of the bastards

so why then did she feel so empty

Is it that what drove her for so long had finally been done

Or that she is quite alone in this whole wide world

She tried to remember the last time she had rested, had lain in peace

Looking back on it she realised that there was no meaning left in her life now that all were gone

As she reached towards the end, the light of afterlife appearing before her

She stopped in her tracks… looked back at the life she was about to give up

An evil grin spread across her face

She had lived for so long wiping out the bad

What If.. What If the world wasn’t done with the bad yet, maybe she could fill that blank up

So she returned, back to this world cause its her chance to wreck some havoc now

12:22pm

14/8/2021

Often think that if I strip myself of them, will I even recognize my own self

People believe what you show them to be true, will rather live in the false dream than wake up to the bitter truth

Put up the image piece by piece, took a part of myself and changed it all to please

Wish I could go back to the way I was, the version of me who passed by unnoticed, untethered

Not tired at all…

Lekin jaise yeh din beethte gaye, woh umeed ki kiran door hoti gayi

Pata nahi aur kitne din aissay guzaar payenge, uss umeed ke sahare

Kahi aisa din na aajaye jab woh umeed toot jaye aur hum bikhare reh jaye

Humko jeene ke liye aasra do, kinara do,

Aissay bhatkte bhatkte zindagi na guzaar payenge aurr,

humko thoda sa sahara do

Yeh keh do ki hum zaroori hai, thode se hi sahi lekin humko kuch toh makaam do

Hume jeene ki wajah do, varna aissay khaali wajood mein yeh chubte din kaatne ki humme himat nahi hai.

Shortcake is here to offer you soft pittie smiles for you today 

A very happy employee 

Voices are everywhere.. people scrambling to be heard, to be seen, to be loved, It’s a mess and everything is chaos

All so conflicted that most remain unheard

Meaningful Voices are subdued to silence, while the ones who scream influence are given all the power

There so many who try to make a point that may save many But they are sidelined and suppressed

All done just to make sure the powerful aren’t disturbed But are they really powerful if they have to silence others to retain their throne, the one they bought in the cost of several lives who no one remembers Give all a chance to make their voice heard, and you might realise a thing or two

Not a movement to notice, not a soul in sight

Time has seem to stopped and everything is on stand still

The life is draining out of everyone, choking out breath by breath

Need to get out of the cycle, need to return to normal

But the cage is timeless and the key is out of sight