MORIBUND

Wrinkle Wrinkle little scar

Life ain’t melody, it’s a jar

I always yell, I almost cry

It seems to me that the end is nigh

This is my life. An ocean of woes

Only and only pricks not a single rose

Sadness to drink and sadness to dine

Not a single soul, whom I can call mine

I m just a creature who wants to evolve

In search of a substance in which woes can dissolve

My past isn’t black; it’s a big black hole

Killing me very slowly soon will suck my soul

The despair inside me has so outgrown

The only expense I could think is my own gravestone.

With everything to hide and nothing to pride

I am almost set for my last final ride.