As time passes, enemies become friends and friends become enemies. You never expect that you'd ever embrace deceit from someone you were once so close to. But then again time changes situation and the person itself.

I write down these words
That you don't understand

Beneath this shell
Is the soul of a broken man

Is this love?
Or only a dream

These pains and fires
Were meant to set us free

I get threatened to be killed,
But little do they know I'm already dead from the inside,

They say they'll hurt me,
But little do they know I'm already scarred,

They want to break me apart,
But little do they know I'm already broken,

Melting and haunted from within,
My demons lurk and escape out when I'm alone,

They say they will imprison me,
Little do they know that I'm already chained in despair,

They say they will make me regret,
Little do they know the remorseful memories I have to bear with,

They say they will sadden me,
Little do they know I'm already in a state of abyss and terror.

A quixotic paradox,
Sinking me into utopia,
Unimaginable occurrences,

Learnt and observed,
No one warns you about the amount of heart breaks and dishevels in growth,
An irreparable ache,

A void untouched,
Scarred and defoliating on its outer core,
Turns into dust n' ash, subsequently,

An aggression of pain,
A collective group of insane,
Ludicrous and high on looped smoke,

Torture,
Vexated and erred,
Dropping slowly in abyss and isolation.

Shadows haunt me,
I crumple in the corner of my room trying to release my aggravation,
Exiling my monotonous routine-
Of forcefully smiling,
I tremble at the twitch of the corners of my lips,
My tears flow hastily down my cheeks,
Pausing on every bump,
The coldness in my heart and my soul increments as I gradually fade away with the wind,
Crude words; half broken, half unspoken try escaping my mouth,
But not a word is said,
As if a lumpy feeling rages from within and a soundless whisper comes out,
Tortured and chained relentlessly in the dungeon of fear.