Broken into fragments, wrapped up in ropes
The smoke still rises, from my burning hopes
Abuse becomes a gift, I accept with ease
This approach-avoidance conflict is the biggest tease
I kill myself, as a punishment to the part
Of me, that hurt some other one in the start
I wonder, why I’m my severest foe,
The recurrent pain still subsides at times;
The scars remind of the anguish when they show
I’ve come so far, but still seem nowhere real
For what should I struggle? Shall I ever heal?
Each time I see some sign of light,
Soon, shadows of darkness follow
How can I digest, what I can’t even swallow?
I grew up in teachings of goodness and perfection
I cannot be your extension, or your reflection
My perception is surreal; the material world’s, solid
My existence dissolves into the senseless duality
So many questions; truth has no originality
How can you kill, what is already dead?
Enough has been argued, enough been said
‘The end is near’, but now with more conviction
Where every breath costs, and greed is the addiction
On expression of morality, there is a restriction
Where should I run off? Where can I find escape?
From the death of my beloved soul,
From my intellectual rape.
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