Still Alive

Wake up in morn. Getting depressed with same old thoughts

Nothing entering the mind besides the pain to brain-box

Life becoming hell everyday. Yes, it’s getting lost in hues day-by-day

Neither am seemed to be alive nor am I slept dead

Oh, the funeral of life buried in earth, cascaded sextet

Psychologically, am fine but philosophically… damaged

Sin’s not love, love’s not sin though still we infatuated with ménage.

Wake up at noon. Doing nothing but swinging lone in lame-doom

Darkness be gone & a few lights certainly be drooled up with gloom

Flowers go wilted; broken hearts ain’t go rebuilt

What kills the life with aches’s the analogy of guilt

Oh poor past, the spirit be silked, no aches inbuilt

Man get on Woman, Woman go on Man - this’s what life became - one thread of wicked sin.

Wake up at night; getting lost with damaged mind

The world full of pornography. Masturbation spoiling mankind

It’s so unkind that such masterminds… crushing the whole humankind

Whether on purpose or not, but it’s true… we’re blown to such majestic streamline..

that further drifting us all to nowhere, Our faith fluctuating with anew nightmare

Headache, insomnia - the mania of manic dilemma -

Oh the worst-ness speaking the dust of blown time

I hear voices in head & breathing in funeral though… still alive with damaged mind.