Remedy

Remedy

~Miss A

Poison is eaten in silence, death is achieved in peace

They spelled it right when they said “A cursed dictionary is a true art-piece”

And they were never wrong I guess, when they said “You’re still a fish”

You understand it all when you lay served of rebellious-cuisine yet a dish

There’s no harm in it when you look at it, just some simple terms

The identity of the cause stays hidden, but they are potent germs

And the more the cold-air catches you, the more it hits

You can identify now how the scrambled-up puzzle fits

Put up your tantrums, put up a show

‘Cause now you’re a victim, before you know

Sigh in the shame, when you look up to rules and regulations

You’re yet so sincere; you’d keep ‘em away from crime and punishments

Brew in the silence, brew in the crème,

Design the well ornamented fragments, ‘cause they can’t hear you scream

But a new font of art isn’t that easy to create

You’d have to die regularly, keep fresh of that meat

Until the will of execution curves your hand automatically

Yet it needs talent for it, the message remains a mystery

Sometimes you’re the dynasty, sometimes you’re unknown being

Just stay uncommon anyways, common things adhere nothing

You’d take time to find out how many words I’d truck-up in the junkyard

And still it has all been in front of you-all, untidy scribble thoughts like a dart

At what point did it all start going wrong? You ask

And you answer yourself. Maybe, before you were ever born.

The mumble screeching at the end of spine, tsk-tsk!

Getting damaged and getting it all fertilized in the head, you’re so torn

And there’s no remedy to it, no remedy at all. Remedy was never a host!

Pull out the poison in silence, smile in the eyes of death in peace. You hope.

The reincarnation remains hungry, it gifts you another day, it’s greedy

Malicious however it may sound, the pond of mud is supposed to remain dirty

Yet every night when to go to sleep, you’d sing a lullaby to yourself

Maybe, this might be the last, and you’d never wake up, but wish-givers are deaf

It’d deny you wishes, until the death of yourselves is your new alive

“It’s all you ever wanted” it whispers in disguise

And even you’d think it’s alright, when you see the frame of your archive

Resembling the beauty of the earnest, the unseen, a new mechanism

For in other eyes, as in idol to be attained, to explore and dive in this materialism

You’d make new visions, better ones then mine

But you’d never be me, you haven’t had a bite of my dine!

Congratulations! You’ve hit the dead end. The end of I.

There’s no remedy to it. No remedy that strikes

Dream of the undefined, as you live in it,

Are you listening?

Drink the poison in silence; praise the unattainable death in peace.