In all different directions
A chaotic feeling grows...
The Mask:
I wear it...
When you're holding on
Without a grip on life, it...
I messed up again—
Not by doing wrong, but by feeling right...
If by a man’s deeds he be judged
And by a man’s work he be known...
When two people met from a long time ago
Becoming close friends, they each took it slow...
Don’t look for me up in the stars
Or mourn beside my grave...
In the school rooms
Coloured in the brightest of paints...
They pushed spikes into my ears
So the last words I heard were theirs...
Black and white Gazette
So often still adds colour...
I went from north to south and west to east
Just to find the thing they called 'Peace...
Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...