The game of my thoughts,
Was a mere expression of pain,
Tears were what I thought,
A false impression of rain,
The ecstatic and gratified faces,
Were mere unjust collusions,
Soulless memories are what it takes,
To unleash my frivolous illusions,
Behind the veil of secrecy,
There stand the juvenile offenders,
They say its a baseless chimera,
And they shall never surrender,
Cheer with what is left of your limbs,
After having the bane of your existence,
You'll be rewarded with a heartless life,
For keeping an ordinary existence,
I'm insane, and I'm afraid,
This absurdity has not cure,
Chained in the bastion of paradox,
There's a heartache, but thats yours.
