Every word I utter—
And pains the heart of somebody,
Takes a group to discuss,
If it drips tears from eyes of somebody,
Burdens me with culpability,
I close my eyes in remorse.
And when associates see me and scamper- I melt with pain of rejection…
When am seated lonely;
When joy is distant hills,
Mind roams with desperation,
Searching for benevolent reasons
For my existence…
Everything I long for,
And those dreams
Of one a serene life-
Things that refuse companion of time,
And die like faggots of ghost fire
They bruise my heart with sour memories…
Gone days touch, leaving no imprint desirable whatsoever,
But orgy scars of my mind
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