The shimmering light
That recognized my plight

Slew the hell-spawn within
And cleansed me of sin

Bequeathed erudition
His true definition

To treasure him forever,
Unto him my best

As darkness drops,
my thoughts remain in static motion;
stitching a collection of scenarios,
swimming against moments of respite.
How do I stop?

Like clockwork,
I walk along the impulse of mistrust–
swaying with the tides of yesterday,
in abject deflection of reason and sense.
How do I stop?

Behind these walls,
I have drowned honesty and sincerity–
burying unsaid paragraphs under pretenses.
Evasion has been my retreat.
How do I stop?

Because

in the face of truth,
defiance has been my answer.

How do I stop?

A dark room, where I' prefer to sit'
That way' I escape the worldly ****!

Even in my dreams,I am always defeated!

When they laugh at you' keep on swinging your sword!!

You just, write, your heart out,
She will come to you,no doubt!

Twelve in the night & there is no light,
it will take some time guys' so sit tight!