Its a seamless boundary with an unknown end
a much corrupted thought potentially fatal
the numbness resides in your veins
you can feel the flow with shaking moments
what has come to be known is dead
layers upon layers to form a cloak of madness
hiding which is hidden inside deep rooted
an enigma of doing what is right from wrong
head bangs in motion of utter disaster
until you are bestowed with the ultimate sleep
all the desires and wishes are gone with a puff
left are the broken pieces of a mirror with you inside
the happening you see with your own eyes is not actually happening
but you see it as if it is you who is playing the character
even if it is not there you see it there cause that is how you want it to be
until you say stop please stop and let me be sane
time after time shifted in front of the same door you don't want to open
shying away from the mere site as watching is more terrible than imagining
and then you cry a breathe to let it be
the trumpets sound the drums begin
but they echo with a more widening sound bursting your ears
the silence which follows is more horrified then the noise which precedes
left in a coma full of utter confusion
seeming to just call for someone to be there and just hold you once.
