This is not the way my story was supposed to have flowed. I was supposed to be happy, let alone normal. But this is how it’s planned out and this is how it shall perform. Happy are some who find solace under my wing, crazy are those who laugh at every word I say, in love are those who feel warm and content in my embrace.

Its not the time, the era or the chapter of history that I feel comfortable in, it’s the dead air and the filthy politics that make me wear the straight jacket, restraining me from grabbing the breath of air I wish to use to heal my ever choking heart. Dead are the feelings, numb are the senses and clouded is my mind to peoples ploys, plots and games. It’s a difficult scene and a treacherous play.

I don’t know what do I want to say and it’s hard to express too. Feels like a drug, engulfing me with its tentacles, the more am running away the more am being pulled in. Seeping deeper and deeper and deeper.
save me from this ever changing life, for I refuse to continue any further. Take me far away so that no
relations can ever break, no glass ever shatter, no would ever bleed, no heart could ever pain.

I deny the fact that I have a destiny, I disown the almighty, I regret the feeling of being alive deep within me. I believe my existence is nothing more then a dust of air floating wildly in and out of the desert of shattered bodies and bleeding anomalies.

This is it cant get bad anymore dishonored I feel so lonely and alone…