Agony Of The Twisted

On this doomed and gloomed dawn,
here I lie alone,
warped and twisted.
Only with sorrows mixed with tears
that refused to shed.
A broken heart
that seeks to be whole.
The songs I sing
are that of grief and sobbing,
which are my late night meditation,
consoled with crying
my morning devotion.

Wandering in thought,
and landing to nowhere.
All I seek is an aberration
from life to the under-earth,
the end of this breath of agony.
But courage is a coward,
it embarked on a retreat.

It's like an emotional paralysis
to be caught in a broad day
by the drops of condensed moisture.
Battling with the waves of afflictions
with a staggering breath.
Abnegated by both heaven and hell.
Life fade and death refused to come.
Presumptuos threatening
and backwardness so dim.
I stands in their unfriendly middle
crying to the deaf of humanity.