Whispers tell me the tale of my grave,
Withholding the irony that I m still alive,
A piece of blanket is all I crave,
Moulding my sorrows in tearful delight,
I ponder ,that am i walking the same street,
That u paved ,
That went to our destiny , the shrine of the woman
Who died young n brave ,
Where the clock ticked three,
Dawn as it was,
Sand still carving my bare feets,
Merlyn, u r still the best mother
U left me , it was fate
But still in the skies ,
As I look away the moon,
I see stars
To be or not to be alive in the moment ,
Still with the glimmer of hope
That they are with me,
Mother , now no one feeds me here
No one gives me warmth
As we still don't have blankets
Times goes n goes by,
No flesh no bones no eye remains
All remains is your shrine
With me thinking u beneath
Listening to my cries
Mother, u there?
Cause I know you are not
Beneath the stones
Lies a body
Still cold with stiches n knots
I still remember your blue skin
That was never blue
Holding that head
Caressing those hair
And you slept til eternity
Last time u were that close to me
Now As I row my boat in deeds
Full of misery
I see mist
Ceasing my sight
Slowly draining me
To the corner of my mind
I still hate to visit