Shut eye

Waking up to another dreamless night, 
i feel my imagination slowly loosing its focus on beauty.
For what beauty is there to it? 
Being asleep is basically being half dead, 
if my subconscious chooses to abandon my desire to fantasize about my beloved, 
then i fail to see the pleasure i once found in it.

Script a piece

I script a piece of my heart to let the world know,
Depicting the rattling hums battling to be words and be told to everyone.
I sketch my life in folklore, quite a collection of unexplainable events to make such a dainty heart stone cold,
Based on an empire built of selfless acts but... Who ever said the king was overthrown by brute force?

My heart aches, my world crushes, once for sought dreams turn to ashes, and i roam endlessly in the dark void.
Lost both light and hope, I walk the boulevard of scattered dreams need to stop thinking, contemplating, justifying every single unfair act done for the world is cruel on it's own.
Rather need to unearth the unknown, am yet to even know my own soul.
Infinite abilities are always bound to each soul... For the unused part of the brains has a lot that remains untold, unexplored, untouched.