Shouting profanities giving new meaning to subtlety
Do you really think that nobody notices?
The clinch in your armour and the bruise you keep fresh in your soul
I have seen it all, I felt that pain in my bones
Forgiven are none when eye searches for vengeance
Punished are even those who seek such manner of redemption
Mainting a classified relation with such emotions
Tormenting one’s mind with cynical solutions
Never to take a flexible posture
Rigidty and redundance are recipe of disaster
How the night never let’s you blink?
How the sunshine leaves you ticked?
And the inside is ready to start war
Culminates into silence, you are standing on the brink