I faint at the glimpse of the first heartbeat of a known nightmare of an unknown tomorrow,
I look up to the heavens,
Wondering if God will come down this moment,
Embrace me and Erase my decaying past.
The past that has corroded my innards,
With an immediate recovery for the pricked,
I vaguely whisper the chants of a mourner’s suicidal rush,
Hs wish.
I tremble with the blasphemic sweat and the unnerving chill
Of a child with Malaria.
I wonder if I have the guts to die.
I wonder if I can stop all that I want to stop
All that I want to hail.
I wink at the worldly judgement of praise,
For me.
I grunt at their superficial love,
Directed towards the unreal self.
By now.
Thanks to you, my fellow humans.
For now
I know not.
Who Iam or who you are.