Whatever-Luna Fictions

The fight for apprehension on losing verdicts
The bidding of alibis on war torn lands
Tenebrous horizon draw blanket over our creaks
Synchronising gunshots to our aegis grand

We the citizens, your truth and your plight
Lest forget what commemorates your fight
Where the sun sets iron bars blind all sight
Where the sun rises they warm seats all night

Watch as gents in tuxes laugh in the face of our departure
And grey clouds sink our souls into bed-less river

How in sane words are our guns replacing God
Our beliefs a deception, and pure minds outdone
In reaching to you with a stroke to your heart
My bullet in your eyes, your fate almost mine

You alone are your life
And with us our keys to survive
They are not the ones of purebred drives
To trust in uncovering our strife.

Pushing through faceless thoughts
with each and every passing day
seeking truth in confinements
and freedom among chains

Keeping track of what time saved
travelling on edge
dressed in murderous purgatory
while dreaming of dreams


Come sprint to my rescue
and assure me one that
dawn is nearer than near
as I believe it should

Come see my world embrace me
rather than my solitude
one will stay and I hope
what's best is if a part of it is you

Until the day
my world breaks free
of what have long held it a captive
and I, you

Then my bare hands
will welcome veraciousness
emancipated in felicity
boldly magnified alike

So you will know that these tears
wouldn't have withheld me as they would better
had the light wasn't stronger
a hallowed personification of victories