Flashed Desires of a Phony

Follow the snake to that gold lit cave,

Reach to the end of the tavern,

Resting beneath your footsteps, those,

Those, uncovered, holy mystified snow flakes.

The flakes covered by the ashes of thy clouds,

Move until the thought of those souls are freed,

Never resting until we’ve reached,

The castle you build, fast uncovering under your truth.

Breathe in not out, because you are dead,

Fed by the truth of your files,

Lies and truth of the fragile path,

Path you chose to ride by your self.

Never lost on to those screams of the seen,

Me eyes have always wanted to gleam,

It won’t bite unless you have tasted,

Tasted the last fruit of your unfound insanity

No one will ever call out to you, your name,

It’s just the beginning of the end,

Follow me, don’t lead me,

Because in the end you will always fall,

As the path you will choose will always hold you down.

Black Magic

Frozen, fallen from that iceberg
he slipped into the cold blue river,
entering the deep abyss of that mystery,
was the never ending road that lead to the black glory.

He could hear the wolves howling out to the moon,
there weren't no witches around with their old brooms,
it was just the old man watching and sitting ,
with his eyes ever up rolled.

The match sticks were oil slicked,
their lustre was marked with the sparks of past,
and so were lost the silver lining moments,
filled with hollow dignity of that old man.

That old road he followed from a long time,
rusted and burned out that path led to nowhere,
several voices in his head lead him to the days,
days that were filled with the black magic of the woman.

Shifting, riveting and adjusting he mended his ways finally,
people called him a lunatic, but he only knew,
knew that this highway lead him to the antidote,
antidote, erased his longingness towards that magical blackness.............


"People say that love hurts...
love is just a delusional part of their character,
what hurts is their inability to love someone."
-Mohan(21/01/2011)