Fading Days

Some memories are meant to buried.
Some days are meant to fade away.
Consoled words of time can't say every time.
I too breathe to make myself believe that i'm alive.
Those sight are still untouched by the laws of nature.
But the night occurs with a haunting smile.
And those eyes which can't lie.
Strangling thoughts of my own.
Disguise myself in my contradiction.
Thrusting gesture of my soul.
Confronting eyes and disagreeing souls.
But the amused expression still stays.
As if to incite my state of mind.
And questioned me my solitary isolation.
Purity influence combative dispute.
Dispute which gaze is cruel.
Missing those days with a grace.
Better off like the fading days.
Although I can't deny my ways.
Glittering flash of despise.
Ignored into higher aim.
Restrain this moonshine instead.