I feel like a bird in a cage,
My hands are tied up to the wheel.
The wheel of torment.
My dream is hidden deep
in a depth of prison.
I’m so helpless, so lost…
Lost between pages of book,
Written by evanescence.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
Since you left me, I can feel it better
Than when you were here.
Every sight of you.
Every smile on your lips.
Every touch when we were lone.
Every time you wanted to cuddle.
Every moment with you was special.
Every place you took me to,
Will be my place on Earth.
Every smell of your perfume.
That makes me vanish.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
I came up to the ocean, I fell asleep.
I’m a newborn in the ether. Feel nothing.
Poseidon is calling for me. I breathe my last.
Feel nothing.
Thanatos whispers:
“endlessness, wilderness, might”.
Forever and a day of mort came.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
I’m getting up
Just like the Sun does
every day morn.
I am sure
I’ll be shining bright
in my very soon future.
Glory days will last
and last, and last, and last…
But the bubble burst.
I’ll reach my zenith
and fall down, again
just like the Sun does
every day eve.
I’m falling down.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
You took everything from me
But you have nothing now..
You took my heart,
You took my love,
You took my soul,
You took my dreams,
You took my life desire
With the day of your leave.
Now I’m naked, so seedy.
I’m left with nothing.
It hurts so bad.
My longing will last
till my last breath.
I blame you.
My world is now devastated.
Why? Why? Why?
That is the question
I ask myself every while.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
I thought it will be
A nowhere leading road,
a small puddle in the sun.
My hope grew with every sight,
every touch, every kiss.
My hope killed me,
your fortune was
to leave me,
to take my life.
I am tortured infinitely
day by day, more and more.
Hope to pass away,
repenting my sins,
paying my dues,
being punished
for what’ve you done.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
I was tied up to my bed.
I stood over deep abysm.
There was a morn,
Full of fructuous hope.
You brought me to life.
You showed my this world,
it came out to be heartless.
My hands were freed,
Freed but cold, dead, limp.
Death breathed few words.
Its echo murders me.
Untill last sunray is seen.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC