The spark of craziness burnt out….
‘Guess, they found a way to tame me, somehow.
Got enslaved by a clock
And sixty-four blocks;
Turns out, I was just a pawn
And my life was just a contrast
Between black and white….
The soul reason I was living for
Now saw me as a disappointment
In the face of reality.
The anchor of my will
Has drowned Oh, so low;
Yet, am breathing.
My high hopes are slouching like my back;
Both, tired of hovering above this dire body.
Can a diamond metamorphosed into graphite?
I don’t know.
But, These eyes became deficient of luster
The day I realized
That I’m nothing more than a rag doll;
Made to drain, and fear,
Now, I’ve died so many times,
I’ve lost the count,
Whether am alive.
Am just a walking dead;
No light, No life.
So, no use;
Don’t waste your precious knives
And poisonous words on me.
For, my soul abandoned
And my feelings fled
Now, Just void voices
Fill this empty vessel of mine;
Sucking the remaining flesh and bones.
– JAISMINE K.