Silence Is An Enigma

Without presence of silence void could be a meaningless halo
Which would be gulping down the hopes of unspoken spirits like gallows
Without presence of silence art could be a nameless hope
Which would be circling around the mind of a creator like a bird with broken wings
Without presence of silence human lives would be the slaves of noises
Which could be nothing more than victims of infinite torture of voices
Without presence of silence there would be no language of love
Which cannot be defined by the sounds of flying feathers of doves (Which we presume as as the sign of peace)
Without presence of silence, you and me would not be making love in our lucid dreams
And our silent hopes of togetherness would be destroyed by the societal mandatory hazardous beam
Without presence of silence, you will not silently weep in my grieving departure
And you story telling to your children would be just incomplete

Without presence of silence aurora would be a lifeless widow
Gulping down all the sorrows within her mind weeping silently looking at the meadow
Without presence of silence your lips would not spill my name while you asleep
And romance would be nothing more than a forced shallow


Music Inspiration: Deafhaven - Dream House
Photograph Courtesy  : http://www.tereshkovets.com/white-silence/

Cynical Saint

Heretic, aesthetic , sophisticated killing enthusiasm
Blinded by self caged metabolism, drowning in the blood of my victim
I watched and grin as I slowly ripping his flesh never leaving a chance to scream
Outside my window there is this storm coming in
Much reminder of the fact that my blood thirst would reign

A never ending hunger in spree
Creating illusion of forever happiness in killing
Watching with a wicked vision, swarm of lust on a naked body
As I slowly slitting the nerve, blood fountain oozing
Creating ravage pleasure thy upon this sin which is forever hailing

Years ago I remember, when It had all began
Now there is no way to hide, desperate souls finding ways to run
Upon the walls of my cave, I can see and smell flesh
I strive on my pray and my hunger never takes rest!
How many years have passed by, how many hours I would count more
I see soul ripping out of pain, a savage ecstasy runs through my brain!

Ohh I almost forgot there is a word called mercy
How many of us would consider it anyway
Corporate slaves, victims of planned hypocrisy
Let me kill you mercilessly, I will set you free from your agony
Teary eyes, claimed family bonds, reflects only in our time of need
Otherwise always hiding in our memory

I will never set you free, I will drink your blood
Ruthless aggression as i chop you inch by inch
Leaving your flesh open, chewing your bones with this mental glitch
The sweet smell of blood and opened flesh
As I run my nails through it suddenly I see a reflection in the mirror
Weeping in vein, staring in terror and I realize how many hours
I would be lying like this as the reflection is nothing
Nothing but me!!!!!

A self devouring illusion in spree

* Graphical illustration only for imaginary purpose