When antipathy and pain,
Envy the astral rain
The be-ream inside my heart,
Pours out unconcerned from where to start.
Guilt, regrets, revenge and distress,
Arrogate inside me for freedom ahead.
But no lesser does the pain become,
It does subside for a while
But then again, back it comes.
Its inevitable, its unjust!
But is there anybody I can trust?
I wish i had a shoulder to share,
To weep and cry, to some one who could bear!
I wish I had an escape,
To run away from this extreme state.
I wish I had an ordinary life,
In which my soul wouldn't have to strive.
If only I could arrogate to allay,
A humane warmth to rely,
I could be free from my sorrows,
And would no more have to endure and cry.
Why don't they stop this arson?
Is there a hand to wipe these priceless tears off my face>
NO! There was, but now,
There's no one I can persuade.
There's only one thing,
I think can be done.
A gun-shot on my temple,
For my death...to come.
