I am an imbecile to the society,
And a lust for death
I don't know where it starts
Or my song of Remorse ends

I don't know where to walk on
Or kneel down to say a prayer
I took the Lord's name in vain
My heart said beware

Now that i have only words to reassure me
And a dead man's notice and a knife
I am wondering if this poem is eligible enough
For a dead man's defeated fight

I don't know whether this is a sonnet
Or a ballad
Or a lyrical tyranny

I am ready to carry satanic wishes
and end this phase
With words of Irony

Let this be my last poem,
for i hear the call now,
'Ding-****' said the dream
For It's finally over now.

I'll come back in another life
When love isn't a treasured greed
I'll come back one day before it's dawn
So i can see a city clean

A city where lies hopes
And abundance of dreams
For now it rots of despair and sorrow

And a sky full of hatred beams.