That dreadful feeling of turmoil
seeps through my arteries;
I scream to cry but don't make a sound.
The pain is deep, and its source is a mystery.

Have you ever felt that something was missing?

I walked for hours anywhere and
nowhere just to escape the empty void.
I scanned the faces of strangers lost
in the crowd searching for meaning.
Hours, days and months morphed into smoke
as they disappeared into history, and yet,
I found myself inching back to that familiar place that hurts.

I want to move, to dance, to be anywhere,
but here in the still of the night.
I sit with my eyes closed, dissolving inwards, and ask:
Who is watching these thoughts?
Who am I?
Why is there a dichotomy between my soul, mind, and heart?

I hear random voices nitpicking my darkness.
Life feels like a battlefield
between morality and wickedness.
Can I say I love an animal when I eat its flesh?

It's human to be a hypocrite,
but I am tired of lies.
The lies we tell ourselves and others to murder truth