Is this what we call it a life...
sometimes when we dont know who is sitting beside..
but yet the travller is on its own journey
not known and not seen but yet under cover
am yet to see how it was..
how it changed and what it said it didnt meant to be like
for time where claims were not the claims in it self
but all the blaims it turned i took it on myself
and now putting it in a vaccum box it tunrs out to be something
as dead as the last breath i inhaled
the last sight i saw the last bite i took
but what is left in me is the venom of the dusk
not realising the fact that those on them were not mine
was i never ever meant to be be like more than an aqunitance may i was not
the small chat of sound proof room left my soul screaming me inside me
but yer the trust was hard to die was it all i not saw
i did i did but i didnt said and meant wat i intened
wheneve i did may be that was too feeble to be seen or felt
claims of blaims al are mine nor mere the relms of life but yes
no were the sound echoing in my head falling apart
alas wat was not was not wat i did was not
wat i got was not wat i felt was not felt what i meant was flown
what i did was insanity what i believed in was a mirage
what i thought was a false mistaken for may taken for granted
