Twisted

A different rising is awaited tomorrow
Far away from this nightmare of sorts
Bringing in a tryst with undulating reconsideration
I Helplessly survive below my love's eye.


Faultering in my stride, stingy assumptions at fault
Filtering my thoughts from this maddening belief
The spectrum of life, coloring the path along beneath
Has misdirected me away from you.


Dire straits are mediocre lives with love unwell
Suffering from shades of blue, black and red
White colour and jubilations, I believe in them
Will indeed help me find myself once again.


Honesty and sense dont understand each other
struggle and pain have no faith in each other
Chronicles of jealousy and courage are sound
In the desert of redemption, I need to discover.


The tournament of distorted love shall foresee
Battles of strange interests and suffocation
Adversity and brilliant devastation shall follow
The truly gifted shall survive... Will I?