Cold veins, cold blood, cold heart, torn apart.
No light, no life, hustle hard, play right.
Keep your sanity, no vanity, me myself and your family.
Held hostage, don't block this, more hurt, more pain.
Its the gain, play the game.
When you gamble, you scramble, mind cells ramble.
No itch, no glitch, keep it tight, get rich.
Its everything, its everywhere its money not funny.
Don't laugh, don't cry. just deal just deal.
Swallow the pain like a pill.
Next day, next morning, keep it moving, no mourning.

That is what poets do

They romanticize pain
They idealize the torment

There is solace in darkness
Which they craft to enlighten;

Lure with words
The forlorn is adorned
Guilt is charming
Mistakes rewarding

That part that is revolting
The best line in their poems.

That is what poets do

They embellish heartbreak
To cement the heartache

But as soon as they leave their paper
and beautiful words captivated readers

Life can no longer render
The adequate metaphor
Agony is agony;

There is no substitute for it.

~~
An impossible eyes saw through
thick wall of light,
extend beyond the boundaries of,
couldn't touch anything,
a handful of darkness came,
did not wash away hands try to forget
but strange conclusion repeatedly comes back,
I went to sleep,
again saw the line,
hands of dream moving lights

Then the dream of eyes,
dark without light,
past the stones,
the witnesses of time then fallen sudden nebula,
came out of the space,
the time of,
time hit on the wall of sight,
sky became crunch,
matched in a point,
numerous points in the way of

I walk,
you go,
move with the spiral ways,
all mate to an infinity,
in front the new days,
open space,
I know that you're in the midst of,
seeks,
gets,
loses,
In fact in the dreams so many times,
came on over to the,
and I grew out of existence

~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen