I see the sky sob as rain,
Every drop eloping my tears in its embrace,
Anguish flows out in streams,
But the fire within won’t recede.
I see the sun is burning hell,
Immune to it I’m into an iron cell,
Constructed by my own will, I feel like calmness in this blazing fire,
How can I burn, I’m the ash of my own pyre.
The earth is always stepped upon,
Crushed desires, failed attempts, who’s there to hear me mourn,
Dry blood, open wounds, covered again for another rampage,
Treacherous are my aspirations, dawdling will lies on crest.
I bloom up in the burning hell,
Under the rain I camouflage, adding up another layer.
Cries of agony, muffled by restless soul into a drone,
Such a heavy heart, why do they sound so hollow to my own.
More below the earth than above it,
Different shades of layers have created the crystalline mist,
I see the sea in eternal pain,
Serenity is the attire for your solace.
Crave it and burn the layers,
Waiting for your breakthrough, ash will extinguish drowning into nothingness.
