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Life is harsh,
Life is cold,
Though it’s cherished,
At times it’s dreaded.

The lives we live are full of fear,
Fear to lose the lives held dear,
Times of sadness comes and go,
The pain inside me can’t be shown.

Is life a dream?
A dream so real and yet unreal,
Living with sadness,
Pain and regret.

The fear to cause pain to all,
To love is to hate,
To live is to dread,
So many secrets shall be left unsaid…

This thick, dark, moldy blanket that covers me,
Churns my ignorance, blinds my eyes, makes me weep,
Just as rapid as the evil that creeps through my soul,
It plunges me down a deep dim ravine hole,
And the light that penetrates in every once and again,
Is mere hope I grasp but can’t seem to sustain.

I pray this polluted sky would clear up now,
For it leaves me suffocating, hurling me into the ground,
And for every part of me I despise so immensely,
I sacrifice it even further to vulnerability,
When the angel of death comes for me,
I’ll devoid him a fight, I’ll follow him with glee,
For I long for him to collect me swiftly as the wind,
May the dagger that stabs me end my suffering.

Gratify my desire to leave or may kill to depart,
For no longer I live left with this cold rotten heart,
My shallowness, this hollowness, it makes me hard,
As I watch and allow my soul to rot, decay, self-destruct,
Although I have breathed the air and tasted the blood,
But I am without existence for I am much too proud.

This cancerous growth that inhibits me,
This rampant disease that incubates my body,
Similarly like maggots devouring my flesh,
As I watch in horror with so full of detest,
Slow and steady it violently annihilates me,
I scream in terror but on ones hears me.

It wouldn’t matter even if I lost my entire body,
It could incinerate in flames and I wouldn’t feel sorry,
Because the puny and frail soul that resides in me,
Is weak, vulnerable and is prone to bleed,
I just can’t figure a way to escape reality,
To live life like a human, I haven’t the ability.

I loath my weakness, my existence, my all,
Can never be content with the things I saw,
The voidness in me multiplies with time,
Spreading and murdering whatever I call mine,
Sooner or later it will take me to my inevitable death,
I’ve lost everything, gained nothing as I exhale my last breath.

Clouds in flight,
Stars in twilight,
Breeze through meadows,
Life through sorrows.

People walking everywhere,
Singing and laughing fills the air,
Joy and happiness everywhere,
A dark corner, someone’s there!

In the scorching heat of deserts,
In the drenching heat of tropics,
In the freezing storms of arctics,
The shadow is always alert.

From heaven to hell,
To the core and back,
How daunting the experience,
The shadow is always there.

A whisper, a shout,
Whenever there’s a crowd,
The shadow will go,
And everything it shall know.

Barred from speech, it weeps,
Barred from sight, it sighs,
Barred from all things nice, it cries,
A shadow can only fly, when it dies.

When all has perished,
The shadow shall vanish,
Its sole purpose accomplished,
Its life pledged to service.