What's up with the fade?
Is there something wrong?
I wonder if you read my note,
I slipped it into the woods.

You painted to me,
And your art was full of red,
You counted the frustrations,
And afflicted your mind.

I wish I would hug you tighter,
To feel the beats of your heart,
I would know how much life was left,
Now, the silence scares me away.

I wrote to you a letter,
And dropped it in the woods,
I guess the ants ate it away
I shouted your name,
You didn't look back,
I guess, the wind carried it off.

You remember how I pulled you back,
To warn you about the field,
And the thorns amidst the grass?
But you said,You were born to die,
And today, I write love in your casket,
For indeed! You died for love.

When you're cut, you're cut
Just like like the burns on a bun,
How its subjected to heat
And darkens
So when you're *******, you're *******,
How the sword tore your skin,
Penetrated your cloak,
And cracked your bones,
When you don't bleed,
And your eyes don't tear,
So, your heart is heavy with blood,
You are all red,
So you lack a choice but wish you were just green.

Hi my soul breaker,
You built in my mind,and;
I wish I suffered amnesia,
To forget you ever existed,
Or perhaps get into a comma,
Just to put a coma to my pain,
You remember how I loved you,
And how hilariously...
You literally pushed me away...
And just when I needed you most?
When I was battling with demons, tougher than my devil,
And you were the only blessing I was counting,
It was funny hahaa.

Sometimes I wish I was an army soldier,
Such that I'm not humane enough to battle with emotions
And so that, I would plan my death in war
Love pierced my peers to the grave,
So, I wrote a letter to my pastor,
And he said, suicide offence is a sin,
And hate is ******,
I think I'm dead,
You hate me, so you've killed me,
And if I'm not dead, then I'm half-alive
So to the man I loved, when you meet me next, stab my other half,
And free me up from your trap.

I peep through smoothly,
To evade the stench,
And lose track of the man next,
Who keeps wording in his snores,
Pin-drop silence, you get it?
I'm struggling for light,
Fresh air and breeze,
My mind goes dark one more time,
I reach for a glass of water,
Well, its champagne,
I wonder,
What it has to do with my mental state?
Illusions,
I see the men in blue pointing knives,
And I keep still.

I miss the streets,
Tough but kind,
We fight and eat together,
I'm tormented,
It gives me suicidal thoughts,
I wave across the corridor,
If someone will hold my hand,
'Hey, keep your place, you nincompoop'
Then I realize,
I stole for insanity,
And I'll get killed for that,
In the conspire of the sane.

She walks past me,
Stares back in disgust,
Pulls something out of her pocket,
And bends right in front,
She appears to pick something,
Heaven knows what,
So, I push myself left,
And like nothing happened,
I make strides ahead.

Its the path to the river,
And I need more water,
I walk back, for more,
This time, I meet sandals,
I recall cleaning them for Sandy,
But we no longer talk,
So I move right,
And like nothing happened,
I make strides ahead.

I balance my *** back home,
Trees swaying slowly,
Silence as usual,
Only the cracking of my bones,
It's a part shared by two homesteads,
Not unusual, a bird chirps,
And like nothing happened,
I make strides ahead.

The bird chirps more,
I bend to pick a stone,
But something's unusual,
A plain white sheet of paper,
With two stones above it,
So I pick a single stone,
And look above me,
The bird's beautiful,
Am carried away
Then suddenly, Sandy taps on my shoulder,
She holds the second stone,
And like nothing was happening,
WE make strides ahead.