Hell is on earth,
For I fear no man,
Pain is a word that heals my wounds,
Resistance in life I must accept,
If I choose to immerse in the pools of heaven,
Cycle of lost hope is repeating itself,
I am a puppet hanging on my threads,
Threads of hopes and sanity let loose themselves,
I fill suicidal once more,
Wishing for such thoughts to vanish,
Why must I not abandon what is not mine to begin with?
I sit at the same place hoping for some relief,
Death seems so much appealing this time around,
A play has been played in which she plays a wonderful role,
Drama of life passes itself on the stage,
Audiences are dumbfounded,
For only the writer knows the truth,
Not sharing the pain he confides within his soul,
These thoughts rush like a raging bull,
Tending to his will, he must free himself,
Like a stone that does not bleed,
He must not give in,
For his end is the eternity.
