Psychaotic: See The World In Red And Black

Insomnia I wonder If those talks matter Few done in the clarity of day Or the many Done at 3 a.m. in the morning

Lately I’ve been dreaming about you About us Sharing our secrets Talking, even if we argued Kept talking, till we slept Maybe I woke up On the wrong side of bed Maybe I thought about you Just a little too much

I grow weary of the love That lasts for a night When it should be there The next sunrise

You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.

When my words are concealed With lies and disguises, truth and beyond Insecurities in the veil of trust Betrayal in bounds of lies It’s just the charm of words darling Giving the illusion of happiness inside misery

I know the feeling When you cry alone Your ego keeps you alive But your heart wants to die Every second you wish For the world to stop

Clouded thoughts Scattered around My soul is restless I have nowhere to go No safe haven Nothing makes sense Not anymore I think I lost myself Somewhere on the road And I don’t even want to go back.

Don’t let anyone define your rights and wrongs for you. You need to experience wrong to see for yourself if it is wrong. Everyone has a different way of doing things and they are responsible for outlining their actions. If you let others decide what is right and wrong, you won’t be left with any creativity. Don’t be a duplicate. Be original. Be yourself. It doesn’t matter if it’s wrong or right. They are both part of your life. Live both sides. Live your life.

Sleep and cry and rest no more For you have lived many storms before Run or crawl and find the sea Dive in the pleasure Let it set you free.