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-
Why so silent?
Why so supercilious?
Why such melancholy?
What affliction has caused you to be this?
The dying sun replied with an affectionate smile,
"I do not want my Despair to impale down their prideful pseudo Hope."-