Monday, April 25, 2011

Behind the doors


(Piano BEGINS)
(ALL INSTRUMENTS)

In terms of conquered ground
Reality it surrounds
Like a venom that spreads wide
Eases into my burning eyes

Oooohhhhhhh!

Living by the fame of his name
He thinks life is just a game
With fortunes that reap
Adultery that creeps
Insanity that reaks

It spreads uncontrollably!

Noooooooooo!

Sandpapering the rust
Behind the doors
Fermented illusions cover reality
And my dreams are a part of your scheme

This world is at a place
On the edge of love
All your realities become a lie

CHORUS
There is rust behind the doors
Rust behind the doors
The truth has now turned sour

(Guitar SOLO)

Let one man have just one role
Don't try
Just be yourself

I float on the smoke 
In your lies, I soak
When you grin, I choke

I become a part of the fire that has risen
To you, I was the one chosen 

And, now we dance on the bridge 
That we burn with our creed

(Instrumentals - 2 minutes)

Sandpapering the rust
Behind the doors
Fermented illusions cover reality
And my dreams are a part of your scheme

This world is at a place
On the edge of love
All your realities become a lie

My eyes shudder at the hope for another chance
The rust has found its home
I clean the nail of distained trust 
A curse, I wonder
Or, a blessing in disguise

There is rust behind the doors
Rust behind the doors
The truth has now turned sour

Sandpapering the rust
Behind the doors
Fermented illusions cover reality
And my dreams are a part of your scheme

This world is at a place
On the edge of love
All your realities become a lie

(FADE OUT)



Copyright © Ajey Padival 2010 (Brisbane, Australia; +61-434360675; ajeypadival@msn.com)  

Image by Isabella 



8 responses:

Strawberry Girl said...

The rust is relentless, turning what once was new into that something which we all avoid, decay, misuse. Symbolically cankered with that rust which has corrupted what was once new. How sad the fate of the prideful person who allows himself to become untrustworthy, cankered with rust.

Snaggle Tooth said...

The illusion n realities of rust, n a great metaphor to compare to a world on the edge of love.
Cool line- "I clean the nail of distained trust"

I hope your realities are going well!

There's certainly a ton of rust around here in the fog...

The Write Girl said...

I love the rhyme and flow to this piece. AJ. Nicely written.

ladynimue said...

This had an easy flow ! A nice feel too at times .. but wisdom is eternal to all your words !

PS : Good to see you back to blogging :) And thanks for all the words you leave on my blog ! I have been very busy in recent times so not able to reply and visit back sooner ! And also Its good to finally see the face behind such amazing creations :)

Opaque said...

@ Strawberry Girl - Yes, it is!

Opaque said...

@Snaggle Tooth - Thanks!!!

Opaque said...

@the Write Girl - Thanks!

Opaque said...

@ladynimue - Thanks!!!