Time Has Passed

Middleman to Older

Quiet on my home
My mind is palace
Rhyming all alone
I find there solace
My palace of bones
Dark and unfocused

The crowd is a stone
I'm a fragile glass
Rather be on phone
Typing words I have
Knowing the unknown
Silence instead of laugh

But a big bomb disturbed my silence
That a succumb devourved my stance
By being a silent person, I missed a chance
Serenity, a killer man disguised in romance
"I love you"s I missed to say
Reminiscing all your days
The brightest of the sun's rays
Casting shadows on your grave

My palace of bones got wreck
Because of the bones in my head
My grandfather's dead
He is now at his rest

But I remember his words
He said while we're doing chores
When I was in a great remorse
When I experienced a deep fall
That sorrow is a middleman to older me

Black and red vision
Is a snake skin shed
Drawing me a treason
Hissing around my head
Forget the read lessons
End up, it's him I fed

Like a lover
Kissing my lips
Swaying my hips
The fight is over
Giving up to the heat
Lying to the words I keep

This is because of the silence that made me deaf
That cause a solemn violence inside my head
Being a silent person, in red, I was always led
Serenity means not always safety, the other instead
"I love you"s that made me astray
Astray in false faith
The brightest of the sun's rays
Casting shadows on my grave

My palace of bones got wreck
Because of the bones in my head
I was imagining my death
Probably, I am not in rest

But I remember his words
He said while we're doing chores
When chaos is happening in my fore-
Head is where I fall times four
That temptation is a middleman to older me

Pain is like a pin
Rain is what a sin
Passing through my heart
Putting me in doubt

Pain and sin are the two hands
I'm passing through the palms
But not in rush and run
Ending up as my oldest man

Typhoon's eye landed and wrecked
Rain and pins, falls and deaths
Closed eyes, it's his I met
He told me to have a rest

And I remember his words
He said while we're doing chores
When wind was knocking our doors
When the rain was in pour
That storm is a middleman to older me