She asked whether I could be reckoned upon
Why is she asking such dumb a question?
I am fed up with living
I want to take my leave
No more life is left in my heart
I cant bear any more suffocating breath
All those tough to digest craps I ate
I want to bend down and vomit
My eyes has lost its power to search for order
It can't even afford a single drop of tear
Don't waste your time counseling me
My salvation is in my destruction
In this hopeless ruthless world
No more effort or stride
Enough with fuming intoxicants
No longer enchanting are prostitutes
I want to put my self on fire
Thus burn sorrows to ashes and roar
Above the lap of death
Is the womb of my birth.
mashoodkk
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