prime misery

being so lost & confused
in the misery or darkness,
i have lost my true self
in pilgrims of loneness
nothing appears as similar as before;
none left same as before
my life blown time gone altered
& me being laid so lone on the floor
no, you’re not.. same as you’ve been
something happened to this world
& we all flickered by one pleasure of ecstasy
i happen to know…
anything’s good as long as it bridges limits
ev'n the world can be a cause to your life
if you meet erotica in the interest of love digits
fun becomes habbits
your habbits turn to addiction
addiction eats you alive deep inside
& wraps you whole in dark dipiction
then, your thoughts become your killer
& mighty killer be your cascaded words
everything lefts behind even the innocence
when your step into the wickedness of worlds
and something like that happened to me
i lost my true self in the valley of misery
winds rustling throu’ my hair
its breeze kissing morn glee
clouds keep hunphing up ov'r the sky, as always, perhaps,
me here wandering in enigma;
holding beer;
& drinking wine of my past memories
everything’s shattered…
… even my whole life broken down to knees
may be, i’m gone too far;
known much about ‘tis world
& it’s been a cause to prime misery.