Lying on a couch, an old reality based movie playing, Roberto de niro as the starring, eyes staring closely, yet my thoughts are kinda revoking
Channeling my inner troubled consciousness, Trying to think and contemplate, what I'm facing and what i have to say in every way possible there is
Block after block in all spheres, Calls and Storms of new fears,slowly melting my belief away, paving a slick pavement of poisonous touchy tales
As my heart beat's follows up the tiny sound,of a chilly track played in the next house, Emotional tensions swiftly arouse, this time loud and clear
But I can't think, i hear screams and voices yelling not telling, Feels of clueless pain overtaking, Held in a jail of thoughts, A conviction of sorts
2pac said "the realest people have few friends", yet some girl just said she cuts of anyone who ain't fluent as her in french, is this what Tupac meant?
I guess the irony is here to stay, after all it's the 21st century anyway, mother of all Trends and media portraits, Filled with full round up of visible constraints
Or may be it's one of those occasions , when a celebrity needs special heals, when feels outrun celebrity wheels, and it don't matter who it kills
At this point I'm all catching feels, I hit pause and it gets worse, I suddenly feel the faults in my scars, the emptiness of the eternal sinking place
And I just can't feel my face, Wondering if i need 13 reasons in place, that would eventually decide my fate, but i guess i should just hold on coz even without me life would still move on
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The 6th sense of Emotions
Poetry"Mixed emotions, love in question, adventurous intuition, hate omission" "State your case, Time and place, Embrace beauty, lead the quest"
