"Morning Monsters (a duet with Paanvana Varma)"

"Morning Monsters"

there are shadows

in the morning

under my bed

lurking in the dark

but the demons

have been gone

faded

from existence

i don't know

if what we're gonna find

is as distinct

as the callers mind

but it seems though

we're running out of time

 then I blind myself to what I've drawn

I blind myself to the shadows around.

I blind myself to the pictures from within.

Now, I see a world different from before.

No more tears

No more blood

No more demons.

Now I've drawn a different path.

Now all I see is a brave new world.

A brave new world calling from within.

sensual and calm

daunting yet undaunting

like the moon and the stars

beating restlessly against the Mormon night sky

the past comes into focus

sifting through those stars

we call stories

sorting out

our prayers

calling 

against our faith

Looking back, we die,

we decay into a void of darkness.

But then again, we are reminded of the pictures we've painted.

"The Brave New World", the void echoed.

We fight a war that's within.

A war of raw emotions.

An uninhibited overflow.

Victory was predicted for us

for we are from the brave new world.

The world that accepts,

that which forgives,

that which forgets.

here in the empty light

we stand

all on our feet

still alive

yet we don't acknowledged 

how we survived

maybe we fought

and bled

without even a tear

that was shed

when we opened our eyes

we forgot it was a war

that was fought

carry on

like nothings wrong

maybe it was all for nothing

for our humanity

we strove to be just being

just being

but we can't be

what we never was

born from the norm

honed into all existence

i try to remember

where our faith as humans were

but something inside of us

flitted away

We put on a brave front

but underneath which we're a quivering lot.

Yet we fought for what was left,

with the steel armor we've built.

This war....

For whom was it fought?

Us, the world, humanity?

But now, as we stand in this empty light

all we know is that

We fought,we bled, we won.

For nothing or for everything

We might never know.

But we know we fought a war

that was to be won.

We know we fought a war

that gave birth to us,

two new people

with bravery in their hearts.

Two new people with world

in their palms.

Two new people whose faces will never be known.

But we won and that's what matters.

maybe 

there was no boundaries

in which we fought

in which we understood it all

maybe

nothings change

our battle

we fought strong

and still we've won