January 8, 2008

Father and son

Killing you softly

I do it so promptly

Hating you till breathless

Then choking with love’s mess

Last saw you on a bed

Fighting a horse riding you to a dead end

If given a choice I could have held it back

That night it could only be slowed down

Others were riding in similar ways

Life just plays

They were a little behind

Little slow

In the flow

No need to finish first

And still be at the losing end

I let you win

Showed you the short cut to the fin

But I loved you

That holds true

No tears outside

Flowing Nile inside

Nobody knows

Nobody cares

It still sends shivers down the line

Triggering pain time and time.

People see you in me

They find your sublime

Probably you didn’t win

You couldn’t reach the fin

I will keep you on track

Holding you back

Until I ride your horse

Myself hoping to get till the end.

Keep faking

I see no love

Feel no pain

Makes me numb

A scum

I see truce

When I choose

To let it down

And give you the crown

But I house lava inside

And am infected from outside

I pop it like a guitar

And leave no scar

The crown will be falling

Help you’ll be calling

I see no harm

On bestowing you my charm

And I am angry

And I am hungry

I am virtuous too

In spreading the flu

It wont kill you instantly

I will be fingering you constantly

See me in the eye

When you cry

I might just leave your soul

Collecting ashes

You’ll be burning

On you ill be cooking

The broth…

Sitting tidy you might be now

But be careful somehow

I am not scaring you

Just telling you

I see beauty in you

Keep faking it until I catch you.