Lost Lover

Three blade fan

I sat up in despair and thoughts

And found me all alone

In a room filled with emptiness

And bed laid on the floor

The windows gested of the life I've lived

And tried to make amends

But none of the waves reached to my ears

The pain in my heart was whacked

A soul that felt so sinful being

A greasy part of the perdition

The hatred of the self broke up

The complete of me as a discrete

Above my head I see the moving blades

Which couldn't cut me bare to pieces

I switch it off and see it still

And the numbness of its voice

The useless life, I find no worth

And bring it to a trial

It gave me chills in the cold frozen winds

And a relief when it was hot

I found the three blade fan a tool

To shape an end to my flaws

I climb the desk, I throw the rope

And wear the garland of peace

With a step I took, I left the world

And corpse of me for them to grieve