A blind man stumbling in darkness
A book without words just pages with numbers
A movie without cameras just lights
A bird without wings just feathers
A life without death just happiness
A perpetually never – ending path
Of madness and complete sanity
A simple yet complex conclusion
Of a mystery sunk in utter vanity
A seriously funny yet dark attitude
Murking in the wonders of animalistic humanity
What could one do if she cannot be?
In an illusion reality?
In a disillusioned city?
Its like rain on a sunny day
It’s a free life behind the bars of death
It’s a granted wish that never came true
It’s a live show with no performers
Just audience
Waiting
And living
For the death of me
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