Untitled Poem by Mar Mad

You're a prisoner of your own security
Taking the medicine of self inflicted pain
You're breathing the air of suffocation
And soon you'll be mourning over your own burial

Here you stand guilty of your own verdict
A witness of your own sentence

Coz there's always been a thin line between here and there
And you just can't verge in between

You ought to live under the sun
And sleep beneath the moon and the stars at night
To reconcile with every breathing creature
To let the masterplan compass your journey

Coz you just can't deny the
strength that anchors your heart
And taking a step further is letting your soul to be crushed..