[ Under the night sky, the same words play in our heads.
From twilight 'till dawn, we never cease to follow these threads. ]
•Untitled is a compilation of different works, not only poetry. It mainly focuses on relatable adversities people of this ge...
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I was written using an inkless pen,
Indecipherable. That is how my story turned out.
With nothing but traces from the pen's ballpoint,
I faced the paper towards the sun and started to read.
The first line started with 'D'
Deceived by the beauty of someone else's silhouette,
I try to tint myself black with a paint that is long dead.
Because of that,
I caught a disease that is dormant until it reaches the hemispheres of my cerebellum.
I kept hearing melodies that distort the sky that should have been clear to me.
Melodies that sounded like screams from souls that suffer in torment.
I listen to it,
Just like how I loved listening to broken cassettes,
I listened to it.
The second line started with 'B'
But why do my blurred tears still mark your shoulders?
And why do I see it as something benevolent?
Looks like I'm indecisive
The third line started with 'P'
I became a pyromaniac.
I set fires for people to run into me
This is what tangled me to the frantic string of fate,
Until it, unfortunately, became an impulse I could not control.
I saw myself from the reflection of a broken full-length mirror,
No matter how much I look, nothing seems symmetrical.
The broken pieces of glass impaled my pale hands,
When my eyelids open, I saw nothing but four white corners.
The fourth line started with 'T'
The Doctor said the stethoscope could not reverb my beating,
But I've been covering my ears to the sound of it.
This impotent body of mine,
suffers from a deficiency.
I have always thought the twilight was prettier than the dawn.
Swayed by the odourless anaesthesia,
I realized that I should not have been captivated by that faceless silhouette,
For I had my colours that is now drained in black
The fifth line started with 'I'
I clung to the rigged sheets of the hospital bed,
My right wrist pierced with a needle that is connected to an empty IV,
And no matter how much the defibrillators tries,
It can no longer bring my heartbeat to normal.
The last line started with 'W'
What could have been the beginning, If I followed this string backwards?
What would I have read to you, If I had dyslexia?
What would be the last, if these lines were unchronological?
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"Looks like I'm indecisive."
[It was envy]
Hello, it's me, Kaizer. I wrote of the world as seen from the eyes of someone who suffers from an incurable syndrome. If you're the same, I wish you contentment.
