The past of mundane slumber,
I soak myself in a pitiful clot.
Shattered by the thorns of guilt,
Sinking to a chaotic stop.
I place a mark on the society
That drives me into the darkness.
I cover my auris externa
From the void cries of charlatans –
that make my being monotonous.
Standing at the pinnacle of choice in my mind palace –
I decided to take a leap,
Off I jump into freedom I wanted –
Down the hill , falling asleep.
If I want to be my lover,
Oh you,
please do me a favour.
Break that dark lapis cover –
By shattering my black mirror.
Should I love the hatred for myself –
And move forward,
Or hate the pretence love –
And move onward.
I don't know.
I will never know.
I do not want to know.
As for now I will forget,
The things that I regret–
And turn my faulty ashes into echoes.
To survive with my assets,
Find the meaning of life ahead–
Moving through the path that unfolds.
So don't rush , calm down
And give yourself a chance.
For the world has a lot to offer
With one single glance.
"Love yourself.
Your existence is valid."