When the control is in your hand,
you should know when to stop and when to use,
no matter what it is: words or weapons.
Otherwise, it will destroy the controller:
like, someone is stabbing the holder's back
by bending the holder's hand.
Like, the truth you had said
thinking the listener is your friend,
but later found that
they were the people
who had defamed you by spreading that.
Are people worth trusting?
Doesn't a knife cause you less pain than treachery?
The world is broken,
So Am I,
Bleeding grief ,
Through cracks of Mosaic.
It wasn't aliens,
Who plunged the sword,
Scouring the substrates,
To excavate their rewards ,
The were my own,
Love and bones,
Who I could not bear anymore ,
So I close my eyes close.
But the pain still lingers,
From surface to soil,
So should I dread the grudge ,
And agitate the turmoil?
Or
Should I lay,
As calmless as I?
Or
Should I bleed,
Till the cold death clutches
My soul?
As I watch them meet their fate,
As they destroy a shelter of their own.
You were born both innocent and naive,
void of memories, your mind was a blank.
And your parents taught you what to believe,
for all that you are, you have them to thank.
The fabric of time, you cannot unweave,
nor spit out poisons you already drank.
You are the product of your upbringing,
exposed to backstabbing and mudslinging.
Thought I was lying?
Well why don't you mind yourself
I'm done with YOUR lies
People ask, they seem concerned
But they don't know, they haven't learned
These things they yearn to go and speak
They speak these words you do observe
Your feelings blurred
Then comes back to you these words, they've swerved
They gave their word, but took a turn
Now who's to burn, these words they churn
Your stomachs aching, your heart is breaking
At some awful point you've been mistaking
Who wasn't thinking, their heads are shaking
Of disapproval, with no removal
These words consume you, you should have knew who
Perceptions unruly, words spoken untruly, actions unduly
All this backstabbing has suddenly ruled me
I'm angered, I'm scared, these people don't care
Innocent reputation derailed
Too late to see where you've failed
And yet can't handle it well
Stuck in a corrupted blind trail
Acknowledgement of the fact
That you can't take these words back
At every angle attacked, speeches not even exact
But as these words they are spoken
No giving back such a token