Open Road leading nowhere

Where am I going

maybe somewhere I will find peace

what is life

it is what is

meeting new personalities everyday

this weird feeling

the craving for feeling alive

I am there

right there

standing on that stranded road

cold winds

cold world

the precious time I miss

Seeing the members happy

mom you are the best

Dad I will try to be someone one day

brother I love you

sis stay strong

no I am not dying,  not right now

I will be there, I was there,  I am there

forever

this writing is just me telling you about the things I suffer from

the scene the scenario the perspective

does that matter

A kid used to stutter, bullied

A kid used to wear glasses, bullied

why

my pain is greater than yours that what everyone think

the dreams I have

the Dead Yet alive demons buried under my bed

the book sadistic possession I wrote

a bowl full of cries I collected

yes it's time for a ritual

a bad one

yet no emotions were harm during this ritual Made a circle called the demon

Asked him to give me happiness

He went away

Am i worse ?

Just came in and came out

Just went it, came back dead

What was that

It was real

A terrible fate

Sins gushing out of the throat

Deaths around the corner

Skulls shredding into bits

Azrael the angel of death laughing somewhere

Smiling at the mere existence of mine

Skulls and bones in the no grave zone

No blood in that body but the face ugly red

Death stare

I have lost a part of me walking through the stairs

Staring at the misery from the staircase

So much of tragedy in here

So much pain to bear

The grave grew tree from the tears of dead

Took the nutrients from the decaying of bones

So much of pain resides here

My mortal being here

The raw blood

The sticky sweat

And

The sinning tears

Amount of sadness this one place holds

The sheds of dead owns

Kills every time when you come here

Mortifies your soul

A fight with the dead and yet I am alive

I want death , death does not want me

Death hates my name

And my existence

But it does not want my body

We chase each other

We run away from our works

And that is my friend called ecstasy of death