Talking with my Silhouette
"How was your day," my silence asked me,
I knew he was there to see me.
He kept asking the same thing,
Even though he knows everything.
"Your day was fucking precious, isn't it?"
He holds my hand softly, we sat.
Under the moonlight, there we appear,
Dancin' to our fullest; appearin' in blares.
Pen for a pen and a word for the wisest,
Lean for the ten, a bored person brought best.
Sin and sin put the world to the least,
My silhouette talked like he got the best inside.
"You need to recharge," said my silhouette.
Recharge was a badge that my life can't let.
But, bastard me always start a duel,
Because their pressures are the fuel.
Temptations were the start, lavish was damn next,
My nation was like Metropolis; trashes was the trend.
"Keep on the flow," my second silhouette said.
"Be what you do," my second silhouette avoid.
"Blew me and flew me to heaven,"
I talk to my silhouette and my haven.
Earth becomes hell; hell becomes our heaven,
I would never be surprised if in the future, I'm bits and tidbits.
I speak to the nation for my frustration.
Taking the first step for the world's motivation.
Mankind leaps for the worst beginning,
Frustration steps for the best beginning.
I hold up cause I'm saying what they say,
I'm told to speak; then I'm slapped.
The slap was so real, I felt I'm a toy,
The context was the same, but the meaning was a convoy.
Why are people ignorant about truth?
They felt sick when they knew it's true what others told.
People like me were ignorant,
That's what they say after being important.
The best was well written,
And the beats left heaven.
My mind thinks out of context,
My personality became the diamond's next.