Tribute to the Freaky Barber lala.

If I stowed myself away on a ship,
that was set to sail forever,
I'd lock, so tight, the casket's lid,
wait for my breath to falter
feel the rocking ship on water
sing my songs, not bother
about anything.

There was a day when we held hands,
or when they smiled; the scene so grand
I used to laugh so much it's true
with all my friends and all those fools
or when I bade them al goodbye
one by one, watched them slide
too far from me.

Whenever it hurt, I'd fall and cry
pick some leaves and watch them dry
and in my casket now I sing,
"I'll die today, on board a ship
'Where'd she go?' won't you think?
'She left her golden book for us
and all her ugly clothes.'
'Burn them now, else they shall haunt
our discussions, highs and lows.'"

I stopped breathing.

---curtains---
This is by far, the Craziest and the Freakiest thing I've ever written! haha
The stage had me going Crazy !

PART I - This will have a part II :)

In a masquerade of 286
she wears satin - flawless white.
Glass slippers, a silver mask
That glow in simple candle light.

Saucy, eloquent lady-talk
She flips her fan in style
They walk and talk and so does she
Enchant, reject, mesmerize!

But angels looked for the naked soul,
Perched they were on the chandeliers
“Where could it be?” they whispered low
“How could it have disappeared?”

They peeked through keyholes
And pulled at masks
The music got louder
Complex and bland.

The soul was gone.
And the angels were sad.

Edwardo-days.

A voiceless chamber
With snow.
No want to scream.
No people. No crows.
I have my eyes closed.

These ancient bricks are plastered white
With cheap, dusty paint.
The ceilings are high - The passages, wide
The glory has me dazed.

But the water is frozen now
There are no butterflies.
The gale is very cold
And no dainty gold
Hangs on my piece of sky.

I am alone.
Haunt me.

Disclaimer = I'm not exactly 'aloone'. It's just that I am beginning to hate two-faced nerds. The rest is fine.