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Innocence
Innocence,
You bastard phase of life!
Let us grow,
And free us from our strife.
Off of dirty duality.
Release our minds
From realms of fake reality! Die! die! innocence, die!
And never rise back up again.
May wolves roam the streets,
Untied from their chains. We'll survive, when we fight,
These demons face to face,
'cause we know it's futile,
To hope for easy escape. -hs
The One
Anarchy would be a mild word,
To describe the mind-works,
That ticks like a time bomb,
The secret behind the smirks. He swaggers around unabashed.
His ways of flagrant disregard,
Making society crumble down,
Like a house of playing cards. He derives dark pleasures,
As terrified populace squirms,
His life is death for many,
Lives that he treats like worms. We've seen him work his magic,
We've cowered under his gaze,
Though he is a mere mortal,
We're rats scurrying in a maze. Who will bell the cat, we groan,
Save us savior, our silent moan,
Who can save us from ourselves?
We chose our tyrant with our vote! -hs
To describe the mind-works,
That ticks like a time bomb,
The secret behind the smirks. He swaggers around unabashed.
His ways of flagrant disregard,
Making society crumble down,
Like a house of playing cards. He derives dark pleasures,
As terrified populace squirms,
His life is death for many,
Lives that he treats like worms. We've seen him work his magic,
We've cowered under his gaze,
Though he is a mere mortal,
We're rats scurrying in a maze. Who will bell the cat, we groan,
Save us savior, our silent moan,
Who can save us from ourselves?
We chose our tyrant with our vote! -hs
Mariana Memories
Her memories, dithered, swept away,
In a far, dark corner of his mind.
Handed over to the neurons that,
Had been consciously left behind.
Disconnected from his thoughts,
Cut off from his world.
She wondered if only, if only,
Things would've been different.
It was too late already, to mend,
Something that she herself had torn
Detached, broken, unable to pretend,
What she searched was gone, forlorn.
Still he cared, yes he cared.
He cared for her heart.
But he was scared, very scared,
To let the past re-start.
He moved on, reluctant,
On a journey he didn't choose.
He found friends abundant,
And set his mind on a muse.
He found himself wanted,
In the eyes of someone else.
Freedom to self he granted,
From her memory's shackles.
She will be in his mind,
From now to the grave.
But she won't be on his mind,
This, my friend, is the end.
-hs
In a far, dark corner of his mind.
Handed over to the neurons that,
Had been consciously left behind.
Disconnected from his thoughts,
Cut off from his world.
She wondered if only, if only,
Things would've been different.
It was too late already, to mend,
Something that she herself had torn
Detached, broken, unable to pretend,
What she searched was gone, forlorn.
Still he cared, yes he cared.
He cared for her heart.
But he was scared, very scared,
To let the past re-start.
He moved on, reluctant,
On a journey he didn't choose.
He found friends abundant,
And set his mind on a muse.
He found himself wanted,
In the eyes of someone else.
Freedom to self he granted,
From her memory's shackles.
She will be in his mind,
From now to the grave.
But she won't be on his mind,
This, my friend, is the end.
-hs
