Chapter 11: Make your Move

What have we left?
Is there a chance, I’ll take.
To replay it all from the start
Though it’s not right I know
Still I can’t help smiling thinking.
How could two strangers connect?
In such perfection;
No flaws no questions asked; Silently I left in the dark.
Let me in; Where all wrongs are made right
And darkness doesn’t matter
When loneliness is made perfect; That's where I belong.
Only to you the papers flow; As more spaces fill.
Was it the chase or predicament?
I never could answer this question.
The only one I want to talk
So is it the first to be blocked.
Not that I need you; It’s just that you don’t need me too.

Your the challenge I seem to be losing.

Chapter 10 : Boulders

I feel locked away
with the weight of the world on my shoulders
crushing on my head are boulders
made of lies and dust from all of us.

What of the bonds we've made
that have started to fade
we can't control the time
but right now I'll take what I can get out of my life.

Medicate me again
so I fall away
Medicate me now
so I fall away

I feel torn between
two different sides of an opinion
don't know what state I've been in
don't believe in trust, for only one of us.

What of the progress made
that night we all forgave
it was a thought out crime
but you should take what you can get out of this life .

I never said that I didn't need you
put down your arms
and wrap them both right around me.

Chapter 9: Asylum

The old poet prophesied how time heals all wounds. Reckoned we foolishly disregard the hidden implications behind the saying, "While the scars remain".

The shifting shadow play made me think about the supposition of our perplexing circumstances. Loved but never loving, Loving but never loved. Our affiliation of love? Never destined to self.

Absurd I say, not only to that predicament. This is the life in an insane asylum of human relations. Knowing yet falling.