Instead of following footsteps let’s create our own.
Scattered as always,
Shattered as always
They torment me
and make me hostage.
To speak would mean to use words.
They betray me at every single step.
They release my thoughts and make me handicapp.
Several times I have been at the mercy of others.
To know they can do and you cannot, bothers.
To write would mean to leave a proof.
If they read it, they will know.
Words, then wont be the only thing I will fear.
I found my peace in the middle of chaos.
I piled my thoughts
And locked them inside
Little did I knew
That it will eat me alive.
Slowly,slowly ,very slowly
Its poison disseminated in whole body
It left me and my soul binded
To some unseen, unfathomable crisis.
My mind began to loose its grip
And I lost all, that made me, ‘Me’
But this was just the trailer of the show,
The real scene was much beyond my hope.
Apparitions of ‘faith’ mocked my ‘trust’
And left behind a trail of dust.
My body now walks without a soul,
This hollow body has now nothing to hold.
Roaming aimlessly like a cursed figure,
Its mouth been stitched with the thread of fear.
Fear of roaming like this for eternity,
Kissed by illusion and seduced by blasphemy.
Death is peaceful and forceful. Peaceful for those who goes away and forceful for those who lives.