A Game Of Chess

This is a game of chess
You’re my queen so highly priced
But to save myself, my love
You will be sacrificed

I Left The Window Open And Fears Came Rushing In

I left the window open
And fears came rushing in
Some I inhaled while
Some settled on my skin

On my skin they formed
Red and quite tiny moles
Burning with every scratch
Excruciating holes

Yet these tiny moles
Relatively safer ride
The fears I inhaled
Were eating me inside

Don’t Plant A Seed Of Question

Don’t plant a seed of question
In your head — it’s a suggestion
It will kill
All you feel
With no affection

Go plant a seed of belief
Give your head a little relief
For your time
Oh your time
Is very brief

I Wonder What Kind Of Monsters Dwell

I wonder what kind of monsters dwell
In each and every young heart’s cell
Is pain and ache their only fodder?
Or they simply love disorder?

I Wish My Heart Was Made Of Stone

I wish my heart was made of stone
Then love for me would be unknown
No joy or hope could pierce my walls
No grief could place me on its throne

Written In The Stars

She is a star
A massive massive star
With a strong gravitational force
Which keeps pulling me towards her
No matter how hard I try to fight it
It is all in vain
I keep circling around her
And I am not the only one
There are other rocks too
She loves the attention
She is a bully
Her light slowly burns me
Kills me bit by bit
She’s only getting stronger
I know she’ll never love me
I’ve accepted my fate
It’s written in the stars

Goodbye Love You Had Me

Goodbye Love you had me
Into a ditch you led me
When I tried to rise above
You drugged me with your toxic love

Goodbye Love you fooled me
With your charm you pulled me
Now that I am a bit aware
I have really stopped to care

Goodbye Love you tricked me
With your lies you pricked me
All the scars that fail to heal
Show me what was fake and real

Goodbye Love you scammed me
No more feelings damned be
Guess t’was too much to expect
Love and a little respect

If You Think That Love Is Perfect

If you think that love is perfect
Then you are a fool
You are yet to learn the basics
Come, go back to school

You expect love to be perfect
Wait! Did I hear ‘expect’?
If your love’s full of expectations
Then for you I’ve no respect

If you’re looking for a perfect love
You’re most probably ill
Love is flawed, love is silly
Far from perfect still

Love Must Surely Hate Me

She comes first to elate me
Only then to berate me
My experiences tell me
Love must surely hate me

Her cold manners break me
Her cold hands forsake me
And tomorrow, like today
Love will proceed to ache me

She would never want to kill me
With her jeers she will fill me
After years of torture her
Favourite toy is still me

This Shady Thing Called Past – Part 2

Last time I think I told you
How I had locked up my past
I guess I didn’t think it through
For the solution didn’t last

It did a lot of antics
To come out of its cell
I resisted all its tricks
But it didn’t turn out very well

It stressed me more and more
To have it kicking my head
So I had to open the door
Before it drove me mad

Then I thought it was easy
To just let it out of my head
Why keep it in rent-free?
I could do better instead

So this time it was I
The one with the final kick
Waved a last goodbye
No more dirty trick

Now it is safe I’m sure
No more agony and dread
A perfect resolution
Tranquility in my head