Pretty As A PicturePretty As A PictureBorn as a spirit, shining elationClothed in a body, taught to feel shameShaped by prejudice and expectationsAll in the name of civilisationA nature savage needs to be tamed!My surface polished by reservationsA pretty picture hung in golden frameFighting the dust; constant clarificationNurtures misgivings, anticipationFear that in time nothing remains the sameEach crack and scratch brings me deliberationRevives the longing my face to disclaimMy silence echoes with reverberationWarns me from merciless retaliationOf world that when beauty's gone forgets names
RehabRehabUbiquitous sense of failureDrills holes into what was soulContent, tranquil waterfallThat swallowed both ships and sailorsMoments of true pain brought panicAn acute need to restoreWhat once was, will be no moreArtificial, anorganicIndecisive premonitionBlurs the simplest truth's reflexLeaving blistered faith perplexedFor false prophet's recognitionArrows wasted on star chasingJust bare hands for self-defenseSinner's zeal's the most immenseEye-corners with wrinkles gracing