At night when every color is trapped,
All that left is black and some lighter shades of black,
Peaking through a see through sheet,
All alone, unknown and incomplete.
Dead being murdered in sight,
Hope left behind in the faint light,
All to carry is nothing but some dust,
Fallen from heaven, my faith and my trust.
Try catching a star or two,
Put them at the highest of your nightsky view,
Tokyo is falling at my feet,
Tired and lost, wailing at its own defeat.

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And if I were to die today,
I would embrace death with open arms,
If the sky was meant to fall this moment,
I hope you get buried in the sand of stars,
If the earth devours everything when you're asleep,
I hope you'll love me the same in the next life.
Why were neon lights always running away from us?

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Stars in my clear sky,
Cost of new dream took my peace,
Faint stars in new sky.

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So scared to get out of my fantasy,
tears on crumbled smile's mystery,
And while neon lights falls on reflected shadows,
innocence dies at the sun lit meadow.
It's a mourning in Tokyo city,
all imagination has been found guilty,
Beheaded by statistical logic,
guillontined by the experienced knowledge.
Maybe deadly raining can help the city,
calling out Gods for recuse and serenity.
But the more it rains,
the more Tokyo gets lost in the sea.

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It's the quietness of a storm,
mind is so empty now,
we've been leaving behind,
some traces of innocence,
only to be caught up by,
unbreakable embrace of anxiety.
How beautiful is this magic,
to let us know,
we mistook excitement as apprehension,
and pills of logic and sense,
to guide us through,
our sudden surprising mistakes.
An afternoon nap,
to be motivated again,
in the times of helplessness,
why should I fear standing alone,
when I feel my heartbeat,
in the adventurous waves of solitude.
Open to the vast open blue sky,
leaving our homes, only to be back,
we'll be young forever,
taking messages,
useful or useless,
throughout our happy lives.

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I am at the verge of my insanity,
drowning in the goblet of madness completely.
Ringing of a marriage at the church of death,
you may hang yourself near the rose in other breath.
Predicting the unpredictable
annihilation of the moon light's ballad in moon's fable.
Heads in the air by the reaper's cruelity,
incarnation by the star's generosity.
You've inherited madness of a hatter,
your journey to end is not anymore a concerned matter.
Born in the shabby streets of poverty,
Your life's meaningless and barren,
hanging between heaven's mockery and atrocity.
Let's see if we can break this prophecy,
finale of some philosopher's philosophy.
Probably the end is far for this satirical summer,
Till then, let the world witness
This story of a murderer.

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Wandering alone in Tokyo nights,
Losing insanity in the neon lights,
Where raindrops falls without the rain,
And yellow sun shines in the slum lane.
Holding onto my age of eighteen,
Losing my stars in the blue sky's scream,
Where I forget my voice for sometime,
And you forget your name during the pure crime.
Lonely tower in the city of crowded liquor,
Reflection of cars in the waterlogged mirror,
Where cameras are left behind in the mass,
Losing fireflies in the forgotten green grass.
One more chance of this exciting journey,
Sleeping peacefully under the moon's mercy,
In search of some concealed piece of sanity,
Tired of thoughts, I wanna lose my insanity.

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Now something's wrong, I guess what it is,
Boiling up my blood, embracing bloody kiss.
It's getting more crazy inside,
So vulnerable might burst open even in a crowd.
It's no longer a starry show, I know the scandals behind,
I guess monsters can no longer hide inside my mind.
Swallowing is too much hardwork for me,
Want to throw up the guts and tear the flesh off me.
Don't even know who is who,
One who wakes up once in a while,
Or the one who is always outside.
Won't he be sad?
I am sorry that I am bad.
I guess destination is far,
But you wait near my favourite star,
'Coz I am not giving up,
Gonna come out of this dirty death cup.

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Diving into something new,
Sky sometimes look pink, leaving its colour blue.
But I guess it would be nothing timeless,
It's just that while coming to this I lost my blindness.
Caught in the complications of rhyming scheme,
To make a match, said something I didn't mean.
Some stupid words to read for my old age,
Till then I'll just burn myself in this youthful rage.
It's just crazy, something is running fast,
away from the shining reality to the deathly contrast.
It's sad that my life isn't a theatrical drama intro,
'Coz I want some more eyes to catch this sunlight outside my window.
After killing my lover,
I wonder if he will gift me a snowfall shower?

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It's a weird kind of madness,
Which goes in my mind,
Takes me in and out of darkness,.
Shoots the leaves of beautiful bare trees, Where the morning and night twined. Sleepless sleepy nights,
Who embraced the dreamy stars,
Were lost in the blue, gloomy neon lights, Scratched the floor of mind in defiance, some oblivion guilty scars.
Fast, un-catchable pace of life,
While soul who was slow,
Went in search to find what was dead inside,
Only to find moonlight was watching,
Mind's innocent starry show.

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