Existence~

Why are you chasing the life, asif
death is the only gift from lover for you

I'm not angry with you my dear
I'm furious on the feelings tho I feel
shatered and tormented
weeping for broken dreams

To whom shall I show
the mourns of my heart
pierced to pieces
torned into several parts

Thus now the lines
are vanishing from
the palms of my hand
the fate has forgotten
the being of my very
existence