The passing hour…

Ignorance is my dear friend,
The world is easier if you pretend,
Because it is a wretched place
And everybody has two face.

The days fall short,
At times, In my agony I rott,
When the moonlight shines through the sky,
In the quietness of the night i ask myself why?

The burden i feel is heavy,
Detachment is hard with all this gravity,
Through hatred I am alive,
Without it, how would I even survive.

But my emotions play funny,
My days are not always sunny,
Darkness is my refuge,
Between right & wrong am confused.

Tired as I may sound,
Believe me am bound,
To breathe this very air,
Sometimes it’s my existence I can’t bear.

Under the soil I’ll be buried,
Only then I will be freed,
So let my death reach me soon,
I can’t stand looking at another moon…

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