Smiling at the arched dagger
Even if unorthodox, feeling the slashed arteries
Standing where evil was brought to his
knees
Gloom slowly filling every atoms of uneasiness
Sneering at once trusted emotions
(Actually sat on a concrete bench in
broad daylight
Killing time, spending existence in searching void)
I wonder how life will be, with a hope that dies
eternally
Reality fading, my grasp flutters on logical failure
Degeneration of humanity flowing within, with hymnodies and
similes
Cataleptic true being, fleeing toward introspection
From which point of view have I been expelled from?
Resenting
failure even while succeeding, possessed by the inevitable
Suicided darkness, as left a myriad of unfoldment
Anguish seems to sooth
while refracting
It is so cold here, no warmth to flatten the desire in life, only pale
Reflections of neverwere, clawing toward
the unavoidable
Calculating my own downfall, with upheaval balance
Everyone seems to own a piece of heaven...
Incapacitate my
own synthesized judgment:
Reality strikes forth, idled before my (assigned) kins, urban decrepitude
Again and again, paying the
debts of my humanity
Lost in understanding of wondering (How can I endure?)
And haunted I am in this dead world of ever-raping
kindness
It is the " how " I now foreswear
Flows more sadness from a tortured whiteness
Than a conclusive and, futile, colourless
life ...---...
