All I want is to escape
This horrible place
Where nothing is real
Much less durable.
Give me your passion
It definitely is my salvation
This world full of loneliness
I was flooded with darkness.

Life is a magnificent tale,
No doubt about that,
Yet, it is funny little thing isn’t it?
It goes up high and downright low,
But then suddenly hits a stop.
Why? Why? Why?
Why start a journey to experience to end ?
Why birth equates to death?
The burn, the ache, the misery, tribulations, hollowness
Eats us every day,
Waiting for what? The imminent death?
Like an endless train ride, this life is,
The only thing unknown where your last stop is.
You may get off far or a station ahead,
But never sure which one is it.
So why endure this rough ride,
someone calls living
When death assures bliss and release,
from this torturous living.
This journey of life,
Truly what is it really?
Is it the beginning?
Is it the ending?
Or is it an awakening?

Look at my eyes, you will see pride,
Look at my smile, you will see joy,
Look into my heart, you will see warmth,
But,
Look into my soul, you will darkness,
beyond what the world has ever shown.