Drawing images using some words

Telling some stories that are unheard

Stealing the moment, freezing the time

Killing the beast that vultures the mind

Spilling blood, the pen is our knife

Collecting traces from this mysterious life

Connecting dots to create a line

Polishing stones to make it shine

Our words are riddles, a must to decode

Giving multiple keys for them to unload

The meaning of some could make readers insane

If wrongly unlocked it will conquer their brain

We are a shape-shifters just like the cloud

Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd

Hoping they'll listen to our joy and our pain

Wishing they'll get the lesson of our every rain

11/03/2015

Mysterious Aries