When we get tired of the pain and suffering which follows us like our shadow, the mind gets exhausted. Hurting the ones we love or inflict pain on others gives us satisfaction; it’s like an ethereal trophy to keep beside us. But at some point of time when the pain gets excruciating we just go into little imaginary spaces and disconnect from the outside world leaving us numb, numb to any situation, numbness to the world. All the emotions just vanish into thin air and numbness becomes a virus spreading inch by inch until it covers our whole body. We always think pain is the worst feeling but this numbness and eternal silence inside me has created a hole leaving us hollow. We would do anything to feel pain again, to feel something.
Trying to cling onto something corporeal,
My pain getting constant and sharp,
The cries getting louder and callous,
The gloomy feeling rules my heart.
The continuum of happiness is bleak,
Tired of this illusory which I perform every day that validates my existence in society,
The hollow conscience and the eradicating morals,
Blanket of stars brings solace to this restless heart,
Millions of the just glowing in darkness.
This is God’s own curse whether day or night,
The fake smile and the dreary face make it evidently clear of the fanatic cries,
Poison on my mind and the black coffin in my sight,
Abandoned by the near and dear ones,
Just throw my corpse where sadness cannot mourn,
Tired of being trapped behind this mask of despair.