Smoke like

Will there be a world where there is no night.
Where the sun and the stars listened to my every command.
Where the moon will always be full and springs a perm fixture.
The leaves that are hugging the trees and who can hear them?

Dedication

saying quit seems so easy.

Gutted

It's getting harder and harder to breathe.
With all the exposure and all the expectations, you find this unexplainable stress clouds forming all over your face.
People expect you to be at your best every single moment and a short sight of a folly period condemns you for eternity.

Sometimes it's easy to remember all the bad but have we ever considered the good?
Like how strikers gets all the credit when they score and how defenders are blame when they are beaten just once in a game.

My Clique

The motion sickness emo bastard.

The secretive cam whore.

The 'I enforce my opinion on you via means of fake democracy'.

The level headed.

The eating and singing is my favorite hobby.

The carefree.

The leader of vices.

The married nonsense.

The 'just call and i'll be there'.

The 'can i lick her ass for 20 bucks?'.

The big man with an equal set of vocals.

The selective in earing.

The ever grinning.

The man with a thousand theories.

The 'I need a bf now'.

The permanent having problem with men.

I call the above mentioned, my cliques.

Nightfall

Can we hide under the question marks?
How about escaping every single question that was fired at your direction?
What about the opinion that matters?
Will your so called innovative idea work?

Look, I'm sorry for causing all the discord.
I bet you every single person out there have their off days.
At the moment, i wished there was an option between the red and the blue pill.
The option to escape the false pretence.

I am sick of living a life which i simple ought to aim to please.
Now give me back my two cents.