The Immortal

"How would you ever wonder if one is born immortal? Tiresome, isn't it?"

Dark thoughts filled my mind,
Dark songs haunted my night,
Wishing I’ll vanish for no one to find,
Trapped in shadows of lonely moonlight.

I’ve been ageless with the world in oblivion,
Lived with fate to live forever,
To witness all lives for an eon,
With my trademark called, “Die-Never”.

Was I born to live with burdens?
Am I the only one with saddened smile?
And as I watched the ripped curtains,
I only see my life’s withered-mile.

Wishing I don’t have the eyes to see,
Dying people to load my fears,
Departing with wings to set them free,
That once again brought me tears.

Wishing I don’t have ears to hear,
Moans of loved ones from pain,
Hearing their groans so clear,
Seeping my brain to go insane.

Wishing I don’t have the voice,
Only to damn on each prayer,
Realizing I’ve been a cursed choice,
And question who’s my real Maker.

Wishing I’ve never had the heart,
Only to ache at other’s sacrifice,
To throb once but forever to hurt,
And show happiness in disguise.

But I’m wishing more I never exist,
Only to walk on every dying body,
To cry on million graves with clenched fist,
For the dead gives me sympathy.

I’ve been waiting for a strangle,
I’ve been waiting for a sharp stab,
But neither ropes nor blades can handle,
If suicide itself is tough to grab.

Alone, I hold myself tight,
Feeling my own sweat as it drips,
Watching the mortal world from this height,
And waiting for the Apocalypse.