Shayari Bazar

A fox will chew off its own foot before it calls for helpBut he saw glory in being a bird with broken wings And therefore he broke his own to fit into that illusion of false injusticeSomething to rebel againstA background story he saw as grandA painful childhood dreamt up by him aloneHe saw splendor in his wounds and majesty in his scarsWhich were all self-inflicted…self-proclaimedAll in attempt to be magnificent and madBut instability doesn't call itself unstableAnd a fox will chew off its own foot before it calls for helpAlas, life seemed more boundless if one had a limp A black-eyeOr scared wrists And instead of tattooing his story, he carved it in his own skinWith a rusty blade of self-pity and needA dull deep need that could never be quenched no matter how deep he cutIn a black and white world he wished for all to marvel at the red he could caress out of himselfA twisted delusion of what the world would revere atBegging with lies of pain and spasms for all to stay a little whileSee him as wicked…see him as perverse…anything but ordinaryBe in awe of his self-inflicted tragedy that was his falsehood and mistaken identityHe saw glory in being a bird with broken wings And therefore he broke his own to fit into that illusion of false injusticeHe saw splendor in his wounds and grandeur in his scarsAll in attempt to be magnificent and madBut instability doesn't call itself unstable