My existence is entangled the cobwebs of nonnebulous ,
It sears through the mechanical and desultory
rituals ad nauseam.
It seems as if I’m living through something so fallacious , it hardly seems to exist ,
What appears out at the front is starkingly contrasting
to the murky truths deep within.
I strive so hard , so painstakingly , to acquire what my being desires ,
Retrospectively deliberating , it dawns upon me I’m rot off my innocence to propensity of my desires.
Hanging upside down in a limbo , I see my tenebrous conjectures obscured ,
No truth no lies, dreariness ubiquitously and nothing procured.
The very fabric of our world strewn and befuddled with terrorism and hypocrisy , found on baseless beliefs ,
Even if I get to be part of this never ceasing deceptiveness, I wonder what good I would gain.
Relationships that are supposed to be a bundle of joys , strangle me and hold me down ,
Encircle me in their depressing confinements, yearning for a few precious moments of peace.
I find myself lurking in the obsidian depths of the world , wandering through the paths of ceaseless drowning,
I don’t feel the absence of my lost soul anymore , perhaps because I’ll never find it.