The windows to the soul were shut
Coals were burned in hearts of men
Sometime we pray to God
Sometime we curse God
Sometime we forget God
Sometime we become God
Our false beliefs of becoming the start dust lord
Pride like an octopus tentacle
Gets us down every time
Life has become like a poem with that same end rhyme
Now and then we lose to ourselves
Not "now and then" but every time
I wanted to climb the ladder of life
But that snake bites me by the time I reach ninety-nine
But you know you
Smile
whatever may happen
Surely gonna win sometime :)

Wicked was the lobsters
His shell like jellyfish's slime
Man with eagles wings and fox heads
Wolf eyed children with clocks in there brain
Am i not real like a leaf fallin from the tree
Popular pollen jaming the thoughts in the cortex
Willing to make peace winth soft sponge stones
Lone blood of infant on lithium like I
Why cry for good loses
Loses are more precious than victory
Pride is more expensive than clown like poverty
And we see like a clild falcon sniffing the sent of the worm our mother brought

I'm a tulip on the side of that lake
That beautiful lake
That today has become blood
Thought that flood could erase me
But it is hard to become dead
Red was my color
You once say me there
Do you remember
In that sad aoura you would grieve
Not for me but for yourself
Then at a distance you would see me
And all else wouldn't matter
Then with a smile, with that smile
That  glimmer of joy and hope
Buried deep down somewhere in your heart
Will again start to flood
Then in that future when you will be joyful
I bet you'd be glad I was there

My mental health is not doing okay.
I’m not doing okay.
But i pretend I’m okay.
I’ll be okay.
Probably.
Hopefully.
Maybe.
I’m fine.
It’s fine.
Everything is fine.

I swore that I knew you
just like the back of my hand
every blemish, every freckle,
every scar, was you

But now
My blemishes begin to even out
My freckles, rearranging themselves
And any old scars are fading.

The green tunnel
In a dream
I think, was it
Mint flavor and methamphetamine
Lurking in my thoughts
Those visions still give a rough ache
Being a passenger is a punishable offense
Dreams casting shadow over reality
From the dawn of time to its dusk line
Questions remain
Untie the folds of time
Soul still remains
And will remain
'I' and the 'infinite I'
Let soul taste the taste of death
But I will wake back in Barzakh
Till then I wait
Sigh
And see paradise in my dreams
Sitting there along the stream
The Grim Reaper