Drunk On my Tears
We were like the most celebrity-love headline on their newspapers
Hushed whispers of, what a bad girl, echoing in those hallways
My fragile reputation withering from one bad rumour away
Drunk on my tears, yet laughing on my cigarette-clad fingers
Tried to bury me down, under the land of heartbreak and heartaches
Raining down on me, I only grew into beds of lilacs and roses
Just like thorned roses, too much sweetness leads to poisoning
Thinking I'm delusional, yet you're blinded to my truce-like frozen tears
A wicked laugh here, a sadistic smile there, drunk on my once fired tears
Running and rushing away from you, and always stopping on dead ends
What kills me doesn't makes me dead, it reincarnate my breaths
Why do you always bring me down, by pushing me off the cliff?
My undying death, yet you scoff unknowingly on karma's what ifs
Hiding away your kingdom keys, you never knew the rules of these plays
My weak sighs, wrecking their castle of cards before I even play my ace
Each and every of your victim card, breaking down into nothingness
Obsessing over people like us, why don't you understand this
Digging too deep for our grave, will only become your own burial place
But drunk on my tears, you'll never realise your undone palace
After so many, this too shall passes, and running away like preys
I can't wait to be the archer, arming myself with arrows and hatchets
My alarm-stricken heartbeats, and my keen observant gaze
Turning all the tables for my hunters, I shoot my shots in this forest
Deciphering the haunted phantoms, unable to keep my pace
Yet drunk on my tears and hellfire-like stares, setting the woods ablaze
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Our Elegies
PoesíaA collection of lyrical locutions and sad elegies composed by me. Like the our-song of a sweet couple, our elegies is the exact opposite of that -- for a dying love. My new album, Our Elegies, is a poetic literary piece of heartbreak on a paper. Th...
