resident Zero

Nothing ever seems to fit
between the lines and your point of view
Nothing will ever seem to fit
As I lie , between the silence and you

You feel this life
from the gravels of a corned stone
There must be something that unravels
Inside the meadows of your unknown

Your hand feels the wind,
timelessly that has flown
Questioning an indelible stain
That lies inside the stillness when you are alone

You feed the mind
with a conclusion of your own
Like judging a book from its cover
Whose blank pages can be seen , from the eye of my cyclone

You need some answers
to unclench your fist of doubts
That relentlessly hide
Inside the nothingness of your shouts

Why life feels so incomplete
when you have all the reasons to smile
And you walk this one way street
While witnessing the last of your thoughts exile

What is so strange about your shadow
That drifts away from your path
You search the bow for that arrow
That painted this empire of scars and scratch

Nothing ever seems to fit
between the lines and your point of view
Nothing will ever seem to fit
As I lie , between the silence and you