dibyendra
09-13-2008, 07:27 AM
Crazy
Clouds are scattered
in the shattered sky,
where the sun refuses to shine
and the moon doesn't give a damn.
This is how I am feeling,
my friend. I am a freak,
running scared, carrying
sinking feelings, staggering
on the edge, and If I fall
into the abyss, the infinite
darkness won't let me go back.
If only I could burn
the dragon, crawling on my back,
into ashes, then I would.
This is not who I am,
my friend. I am not
even myself, sometimes.
The turbulent feelings,
that's swirling inside in misery,
which If I unleash from the cage forever,
getting drunk as a skunk,
oh my friend, I'm afraid
that you'll laught at me,
labeling me 'crazy'.
Crazy (Second draft)
Clouds are scattered
in the shattered sky,
where the stars refuse to shine.
This is what I am feeling, my friend.
A freak, I am, staggering
on the edge, looks around,
but, finds no one but himself to blame.
If only I could burn
the dragon, crawling on my back,
into ashes, then I would.
This is not who I am, my friend.
I am not even myself, sometimes.
Reveal me not
whether it is dream or it is real.
Wake me up only when I get cold.
I unleash the turbulent feelings
from the cage forever
getting drunk as a skunk.
But, my friend, I'm afraid
that you'll label me as 'crazy'.
Crazy (First draft)
Clouds are scattered
in the shattered sky,
where the sun refuses to shine
and the moon gives a damn.
This is how I am feeling,
my friend. I stagger
and scream on the edge,
yet no one seems to care.
If only I could burn
the crazy devil inside
into the ashes, I would.
The skin cloaks the flesh
and flesh to the bone.
If only I could tear down
the wall and set the soul free.
This is not who I am,
my friend. I am not even
myself, sometimes.
I unveil bottled-up feelings,
which swirled inside for so long.
I let them out from this cage, forever.
But, I'm scared,
that you'll say I'm crazy.
That is why no one knows,
and, I guess, never will...
Clouds are scattered
in the shattered sky,
where the sun refuses to shine
and the moon doesn't give a damn.
This is how I am feeling,
my friend. I am a freak,
running scared, carrying
sinking feelings, staggering
on the edge, and If I fall
into the abyss, the infinite
darkness won't let me go back.
If only I could burn
the dragon, crawling on my back,
into ashes, then I would.
This is not who I am,
my friend. I am not
even myself, sometimes.
The turbulent feelings,
that's swirling inside in misery,
which If I unleash from the cage forever,
getting drunk as a skunk,
oh my friend, I'm afraid
that you'll laught at me,
labeling me 'crazy'.
Crazy (Second draft)
Clouds are scattered
in the shattered sky,
where the stars refuse to shine.
This is what I am feeling, my friend.
A freak, I am, staggering
on the edge, looks around,
but, finds no one but himself to blame.
If only I could burn
the dragon, crawling on my back,
into ashes, then I would.
This is not who I am, my friend.
I am not even myself, sometimes.
Reveal me not
whether it is dream or it is real.
Wake me up only when I get cold.
I unleash the turbulent feelings
from the cage forever
getting drunk as a skunk.
But, my friend, I'm afraid
that you'll label me as 'crazy'.
Crazy (First draft)
Clouds are scattered
in the shattered sky,
where the sun refuses to shine
and the moon gives a damn.
This is how I am feeling,
my friend. I stagger
and scream on the edge,
yet no one seems to care.
If only I could burn
the crazy devil inside
into the ashes, I would.
The skin cloaks the flesh
and flesh to the bone.
If only I could tear down
the wall and set the soul free.
This is not who I am,
my friend. I am not even
myself, sometimes.
I unveil bottled-up feelings,
which swirled inside for so long.
I let them out from this cage, forever.
But, I'm scared,
that you'll say I'm crazy.
That is why no one knows,
and, I guess, never will...