Behind the silver line

All about a twist in a tale
Thickened stain of blood so pale
Tangled in this conundrum
Trying not to feel and be numb
Chills running through veins
How will it come off, these stains
Stains of love or stains of desire
Engulfed my soul in this fire
Out of my body beside my pyre
Live the rest of my life like a liar
This desire has turned into an obsession
Out of my reach an invaluable possession
Chills delving deep into the core
Drift afar distant away from the shore
I do smile I do smile
If day dreams could last awhile
Searching for the sunshine
My hope hidden behind the silver line.

Why I never replied

Its been a while I have known her
Doesnt feel like that
She treats me like a stranger
Never has been a day that past
And now i dont remember
when i spoke to her last
And I thought i would write a song
And things will mend
Matters will move along
She never cared so I stopped
A train to a destination
Away from her I hopped
Time went by and one day came
Are you alright?
Where is the song you were gonna frame
I smiled politely and replied
I did write
But there was no number
So I never replied

And how the time just froze

I thought things moved on
trails of you left out long
but here am i 
here am i with my eyes closed
you in front of me 
and how the time just froze

what i am going through 
seems inexplicably untrue
I have moved on I know
drifted downstream with the flow
but like a message from the past
came across a drift bottle lost
it had a picture of us
a time overridden with rust

and here am i with my eyes closed
you in front of me
and how the time just froze

but no matter what happens
its true that dreams are untrue
and amidst this dilemma
of being zoned out or in reality
maintaining my fragile sanity
trying to wake up and move on
and here i am standing with your memories
setting adrift from my loose grip
and like a pollen lost in the wilderness
slowly vanishing you away
embarking again on my way
with memories
willingly unwilling to leave away

Disquieted

Walking past the know face

Troubled inside out

Steady, just hold your ground

Walking past with a silent shout

And you know it will be hard

Rather not gaining attention

Try to ignore

More difficult becomes situation

Let patience be the virtue

Keeps repeating inside

But its much alike holding roar

When you are aboard an adrenaline ride

And its not the first

Neither it is the last

Again you walk past the face

By the situation, being lambaste

But the face will be usual

Sooner or later will it fade

And I'll be back again

The vengeful bard with tombs to raid