The asking?

You're asking me

To stop orchestrating every frame in this movie of my life into perfect,not to be touched, works of art

To pin down my wandering mind always hunting for crisis

Onto something too constant
to be adequatly enticing

You're asking me to stop being scattered

And consolidate my fragments

Away from the unimaginable perceptions they attract and feed on

You're asking me
to never forget my sufferings 

So i will lose the charm of making d same mistakes creatively every single time

To dessert the world i designed 

Telling me,its not real

So what if it's not,but its blueprint has been etched by my blood

I dont need dope to get high
Or alcohol to take away my inhibitions
I carry with me delicious delusions
That i can access anytime

Yet,you're asking me be normal
just like the rest of the herd
To give up my sanctuary of escape, calling it a mere crutch

Well let me tell you, my friend
This world is so painfully real for me
So youve got to stop right away
for youre asking for too much!

a b s t r a c t.

I live in the abstract

There is no time and place

Just empty space...
constantly Splashed with clashing hues

That dont know how to blend

No room for anyone

Except for flesh and blood

Except for heart and soul

Except for endless restlessness
For a quest that is the answer to itself.

where all lines blur
where Life and death
hold each other's hand
as they tread
on the tightrope of insanity

where every song is heard

and every word echoes
as it drifts

Further and further away

But is never quite lost

I'm the spider
who knit this web

Now the web holds me its prisoner

I've lived in the abstract

Now the abstract lives in me...