The glass shattered,the wine spilled.
Smiles frowned back, broken, alike the glass.
The velour liquid running over the creases of our hands like our hopes ran out on us.
The music in the background was mocking our mistakes. It's melodies and rhymes pointing them out one delusion at a time.
The chilly winter breeze felt warmer than our cold hearts.
Your once familiar eyes had lost the intimacy they shared with mine.
Time has absorbed all the past memories as the wine in the carpet
Yet they called for our souls to reunite as though begging us to submit

But darling don't you surrender
Cause neither shall I.

I fail all the great writers and all the great speakers when I believe that my voice doesn't matter.
I fail myself when I put it in my mind that I'm incapable of change, change in myself and in the society.
I am a disgrace to myself when I let all the evil and vices consume me with their shallow darkness.
I am a sinner if I let one misdeed around me tip me off the edge.
I will be guilty when I let someone else's hostility towards me disturb my tranquility.

Yet I know I can be saved,
My mind is a weapon that's what I believe
It can be lethal or it can be a treat,
I have to shape it in a figure I please but that which does not get the better of me.
I am the savior and I am the destroyer of my own conscience.
I must have the faith and courage to face myself and that's when I will be ready to face the evil.