I write of suicides,
Not staggeringly precise,
A coveted calmness,
In the state of nonexistence,
The most bothered mind,
Of the selfish puppet you find,
I pull out my rusted dagger,
All fake faces forgather,
Mouth moves of distortion,
I hear no cries for a reason,
No sound of disgusted pleading,
I face the mirror myself reflecting,
I saw right through the skin,
The images started to lean,
Transparency of both awful and awe,
The mind will commit a crime with a body of no
flaw,
Blood hushes wanted to pour out,
Heart shriek so irritably loud,
On the mirror, why i manifest tears?
My cheeks are not wet but i fear,
Why fool me my dearest mirror?
Let me envision just what i tore,
Why you sunk in me my dagger?
Taking my breath forever?
I gasp, struggled very hard,
I am fooled of another side so dark,
Why you let me have a bitter escape?
You are the one to blame,
I fight my damned self,
for what? there is nothingness left.
NIHILITY