Smiling at the arched dagger Even if unorthodox, feeling the slashed arteries Standing where evil was brought to his knees Gloom slowly filling every atoms of uneasiness Sneering at once trusted emotions (Actually sat on a concrete bench in broad daylight k**ing time, spending existence in searching void) I wonder how life will be, with a hope that dies eternally Reality fading, my grasp flutters on logical failure Degeneration of humanity flowing within, with hymnodies and similes Cataleptic true being, fleeing toward introspection From which point of view have I been expelled from? Resenting failure even while succeeding, possessed by the inevitable Suicided darkness, as left a myriad of unfoldment Anguish seems to sooth while refracting It is so cold here, no warmth to flatten the desire in life, only pale Reflections of neverwere, clawing toward the unavoidable Calculating my own downfall, with upheaval balance Everyone seems to own a piece of heaven... Incapacitate my own synthesized judgment: Reality strikes forth, idled before my (a**igned) kins, urban decrepitude Again and again, paying the debts of my humanity Lost in understanding of wondering (How can I endure?) And haunted I am in this dead world of ever-raping kindness It is the " how " I now foreswear Flows more sadness from a tortured whiteness Than a conclusive and, futile, colourless life ...---...