A massacre inside his brain;
perfect eloquence of pain.
Bowling with cuss and strain,
The entire community remains.

A growling neighbour
and I hear his tears keep on to pour.

The devastation again explicits
in the idle Capital Beirut.
Seventy are killed,
Hundreds are bloodied.

Is this a terrorism?
Nobody knows.

All we hope for is justice for all;
and, condolences for those who are deprived.

Glistering, Antares is.
As I commemorate our uncombed fist,
and the bright masterpiece.

Now, these eyes are soaked.
Summer night coats
with nothing but heavy load.

I'll cease because you've stopped.
Soon weightless in a countertop;
our piece is a mere sham perhaps.

In the midst of the turmoil,
Everyone has infection -
race by discrimination,
religion by reeducation,
*** by conversion.
Everyone is suffering -
power is suppressing,
"Submissive shall detain;
nothing has to remain!"
What is our fight?
Is it really the plague?
I say, the fight is within our might.
That is also the fact.

insomnia attacks, time lavishing;
my thoughts still open as
they're relishing.
you.

As I examine my own reflection,
"Who am really I?"
I think me as a wandering thought;
I have no aim, no direction.

My body feels not me
I'm scared of something or even everything.
I feel not right - not sick - but falsified.
Definitely, my soul is inscrutable.

Great,
I am understood by no one.
I am falsified like I am always misrepresented.
I never felt I belonged to this altering universe.
I never felt home.
I am a homeless hero even in my own dreams

Then, there's you.

You leapt me out of anger which is my comfort.
You introduced me to a world I never expected or believed to be existing.
You are being you while I understand my world is not real without you.
You made me understand something: everything.

So now let me tell you, amor.
I'm done being inscrutable.
I want to be understood with the one I choose to be in more than evergreen... and that's you.

Now, I therefore yearn from thy sweet caresses.
As you always aim for a bounty success,
I have left with an unresolved equation of torture;
My agony could not spare me from that sum of your nature.

You left, you ran, because of thy stubborn will;
You broke, you escaped, because I wasn't the highest bill.
What I am left with are multiple delusions!
Dare to speak that I'm just a trial and error to cause us division.

To must choose to depart is perhaps thy solution
To answer what is correct from all the best choices.
However, if you landed to any particular inequation,
I am pleased to advise to not answer back my spaces.