Impossible...

I sold you a platter of language and action dipped in dreams of love and paradise.
You sold me hope of a tomorrow that was marinated in mornings and sunshine's ending in our hands intertwined...
We tried lasting but time stood against us.
Fate had cursed us
and destiny had broken the vows of our married minds...

The force of the universe has no will for our coupled life.

If it was not meant to be,

Maybe that is the way it was meant to be.

A bite from a forbidden fruit...

I'm just me man..

He who whispers sweet nothing's in your girls ear and gets away with it.
He who has a story so twisted even villains never want to hear it before bed time
I see the world in colours way beyond the visual frequency of the human eye.
I can be poison..
A tumor that grows in your mind

attaches itself to your thinking and carves your persona from all the pain and hurt you've ever experienced, to
Make the most perfect you, you can imagine.
I am the undertaker..
He who prepares you for a new life..
Washes and cleanses you of all impurity
Soaks your soul in a fountain of hope and unwraps you of all your despair..
Turns you to diamonds for people to see...
And allows you to be the best of you you can be.

I am him.
The repetition of a mistake you have long failed to correct
The perfect example of a hit and run prospect
Plausible potential yet untamed
A man for your taking yet unclaimed.. 

I am Scar.

Not Yet...

We aren't yet dead
Life's ever lasting winter keeps us active in our hibernation
Seeking love in dreams and hope in sleeps rest
We aren't dead yet.
Not while I feel a beating heart in my chest
not while my blood continuously circulates around my body
I am not dead yet
The Big Premiere is yet to come
I'm not dead yet...