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Death To Breath | Poetry


Death to Breath


Miserable Solicitude, One has been so Sick.
Lying on the bed, listening to the clock tick tick tick.
Mood with Fluctuations, Eyes on screen, Blink blink.

Crossing the lines of Self, Stealing one's Sleep and tales.
Got Stabbed many times as But Tense has been Scaled.
Emptiness, More of its, Dead or Fade,
One tried to Shout, No Energy nor Afraid.

Confusion in the whole thing? Craving has been Lost.
Why is it happening? Eating inside, Skin has been Toast.

Stucked in the mind, More Come ups as One Cured.
Issues are Raising, Addiction issues for Sure.

It's so Bad, No one is to help,
They are care taker of own shelf.
Who's is to Understand? One is Going through Stress.
Feeling Very Low, Not in the Mood to Impress.

If He Would Vent, Judgment passes Gaining Sympathy.
If He Would Cry, People Could Judge as Weakened Instantly.

If They are Mocking, One shouldn't be caring to Damn!
Life would Collapse, Have to Show his Daring to them.

High Ache in the head, Hotness of fever.
Pain of throat, Anxiousness, Hand has been Shiver.

Junked Mind state, Hope to Any isn't Fare.
No Value of Emotion, Selfish People, Nobody Care

Sometimes Used to think, Would one always be fail?
When would One Come out? Would he Come out of this Jail?

Will be Fighting till the last HeartBeat, Doesn't mean One loses.
No Fighting is Wrong, King can't Excuse.

If they think of his Loss, Assumption gonna be False.
One has the Power, Not a Coward Crowned Soul.

Damn!! Face, Warrior is Alive, Coming toward lake,
Sword in the Hand, to Fight Everybody, the Claim isn't fake.
It's highness Time, Unusual Growing life Stake.
Would Darkness feel? What's his Anger Taste?

Craving more of War, Living Scheduled tight.
Will get back with the Fight, Shining with New Light.

Ending of Darkness, Brave more with this Death.
Rising of sparkler, Efforts till the Last Breath.

~ Relax

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