I am lost, going to sink
i smoke, i drink
i cry i, don't think,
i sleep, i don't blink
when i am over the sky,
deep beneath where i fly.
in the end i do see,
where the dust is just me
rules and laws i defy,
because i live in the sky
i am chained by my time,
where i'll pay for my crime.
this which flows in my vein,
locks me out from heaven,
i want more of the rain,
before depart from all pain
no more left is my time,
to do right of my crime,
never knew what was right,
till my blood lost the fight.
when i am over the sky
havent realised till i die
when i am over the sky
there would be nothing more to cry
this disease which pulls my breath,
to the way of my death,
if i had just more time,
before i go over the sky.
__shreyan roy
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way of life and way of death, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.