Death By a Pen: A Poem's Paradise

10. Thoughts and Assumptions

Your ignorance relieves me 

You dont try to analyze 

Everything I say 

Your laughter calms me 

At least, I know when 

You are mocking me or 

Just sympathizing.

It becomes easy 

To play with your thoughts

I am that fire that can burn 

You down , the soul of 

Compelled destruction 

a poison, incurable.

Although, you call yourself 

Daredevil, you make me wonder 

Of the inaccurate calculations.

A risk indeed , you made 

Your life sound as 

an easy maths sum 

Too busy to realize 

Life is a labyrinth, no shortcuts 

No easy way out.

You might never give up 

Figuring me out 

But, you will make a war

In my mind , just because 

You never listened

To my warning.

I have got my reasons

Thats one reason why 

I have prepared a cremation 

For you, in my mind.

Let's hope, 

It's not going to be you 

Who takes place in 

my gloomy, Dark, chaotic

Atmosphere of condensed 

Solitudes, because when you crack 

The code, you will end up 

Letting me go.