Euphoria x Melancholy

Sleep-Less

// Poem written by a maniac guy who didn't get much sleep since weeks so nvm //

What should i tell how is he?
Should he lie like everybody,
"I'm fine"
Or should i be honest,
my retro tunes echoing ambience into the "He wanna just suicide"

Yes it's the same boy who used to be all happy sappy, busy being crazy,
Numbed with everything he didn't want "I don't want to become lazy, but I'm not a re-chargeable battery, maybe I'm but, I'm used all up, you want more, but where's the source energy, plug me into the electric pole maybe?", everything he longed, "where are you my daisy, blooming dancing flaming lilies, sunbathed melancholies, shadow of mine falls over the skies, why everything feels so hazy, maybe you plucked out my neural cords baby?"

Just think, what if the sun had no burning light, will the other stars create a huge shadow on the solar system?

It won't, they say, science says, there's no shadow without a light, "But darkness exists when light doesn't"

Then what's darkness, when shadow doesn't shine. Shadow is companion of the light, he walks with his shadow into the dark, he's with him thru all the fight. But when the stage-lights turn off, and the audience have gone, the shadow goes too, just like he disappears into the dark.

Is he there? Or is he not?
Shadows are black, so does the dark not shadow too?
But i can't see him, where's he there.
Was he ever even there, to begin with, here, let me show you the way.

The hologram gridlines shows up in all the space-time, how many realities are just fake, one two... eight, nine?

Where's he? Does he exist?

No he doesn't, if you ask me, to be honest, he hasn't been even born, as births are ought to be joy-adorned.

Oh the same salient day, silence thrown into the fray!

Where is he? Does he exist?

Yes, he exists now? But he didn't used to be. There he goes walking by the foretold stories. See the oceans, walking on water, There's where he's.

Is he blind, no he's not,
Is he deaf, no he's not.
But his life is, his god, his world is.
No matter how much you cry, it just laughs on you, and no matter how much you die, it just accuses you never try.

"Hey i just wanna die"
No he badly wanna feel alive-
"Me too"
Do people for some cheering, needed to be bribed?

Here he dives, but no he was still underwater, and you taught him how to fight, but not how to survive?!
Fighting is a thing, let's think,
But scars don't heal with a blink.

There's a world beneath those oceans,
He's in trance, his brain fuzzy, in slow motions, writing wrong poetries, with just no notions.

Climbs the ice bergs, upside down,
And walks into the mirror ice, looking up,
"Hey, I'm stuck, I'm freezing " withering wails, with falling hails, a prisoner in icy jails, "Bring me to the court, I'll speak for my deathbed"

Ghosts don't speak, and neither are heard. But they do see, feel, no need of a word.

Scared or scarred he doesn't knows the difference, afterall scars bring scare and scare turns to scars.

How many nights had it been in the blizzard, awaken him now from the reality,
For reality is nothing more than a cage, so silly.

Wake up, and fall asleep boy,
I know you're there, corner astray,
Pain and burden wish to be made alloy?

It's too late, dude, just wake up now. Close your eyes and see the dreamcatcher. Awake awake awake you'll be. Wide awake.

Knock knock, who's there? "Nightmare"

"Throw a rock... Break the ice"

Three dots, all you see is silence,
A few steps more, till the frozen cliff ends, ice berg melts down the lungs, and the veins carry the frost unmolten.