Expectations are like assholes, seems pretty delightful but ultimately shit comes out of it.
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We are alive,
Just not living;
We are dead,
Just not dying.
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Will love to have my smiling face burning over the furnace without anyone even realising it until there is none left of it...๐ผ
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My mind and soul are in complete tone
There are no skills,
I can hone;
Everyone is dominant
It feels me,
to be a puny ant;
My guts are sipping wine
While the head is waiting,
to be on the guillotine;
My brain feels mashed
When the body is,
already crushed;
People to satisfy ,
Wishes to crucify:
Mourning feels angelic
Only that is what,
feels Nostalgic ;
Everyone is high
While life gives,
Me a creampie!
I cannot blame it as tis lame;
They want their Wishes to happen
Waiting for my,
Guts to open;
Wish i could say
While in utter dismay;
The party is over,
My life is just a
Five leaf black clover!
The bed is set ,
Fire will burn it perfect,
There is no time to waste
Just a white sheet
To cover the face...!!!๐ผ
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Wounds are better when it remains stabbed,
Else it might heal towards the scar of tranquility...๐ผ-
All this while i thought and thought why everyone goes against me, then i realised i am the sole cause for ruining everyone's happiness and sanity all this time along...
Late but productive realisation.๐-
Sacrifices are better when you keep it inside...
It may rot,
It is better with what you got.
Do not worry someday I will die,
Maybe before I fly.
The pain
Me gain
Is vain
Tis death, no breathe
Lets give till I live
Your hive I dive
I feel stung while death sung,
Tis flesh what a mess
Dying in a nightmare, maybe tis here
Wish I could say,
That someday,
Death is bliss,
Will you gift it to me please...๐ผ-