H E A L and B L O O M

T H E D I S P O S S E S S E D

Theft of tears by my cheeks,

Anger out lashed on the fist,

Sadness comes with dreams,

hollowness is holding onto self-pity,

loneliness is filled by darkness,

and my peace of mind by YOU,

Hope gave up on me,

Happiness is still unknown,

Patience is on a lease,

Self-hatred is finding the "self",

Sleep is for inner demons,

Depression is long dead,

Anxiety left without a word,

Pain is just a passerby these days,

Even my body is given by both of them,

So, They sAid beLIEve us, Hypocrites,

The thrill is just for the heart because it never stops beating.....

N O T H I N G's M I N E,

P.S. Well, I came with nothing in this world so might as well go like that.