words are pouring out through the sieve of silence
peace is crawling out from underneath the body count of violence
no sound is loud enough to wake up the dreamers from the dreamless sleep
the houses are full, contrasted by the empty streets
blood, sweat, tears: give without expectations and realise the meaning of life
knives are out, knives trying to get close in a gun fight
jesus does not love me; but i don’t love him either
the faithful are pretenders, atheists are the real believers
don’t expect me to cry at your funeral
i stand for none, and one for all.
the life’s pendulum swings on extreme contradictions
all of us are users; looking for our curated addiction.