To Murder Me

'To Murder Me' is a poem of a heart which is suffering from the pain of the lonely and materialistic world, where it is on the verge of losing it existence.

Dark again with the shadow of hell,

Sick and pain,

Finally have gone to my in.

And I know,

Or may be don't but this time,

Its not your truth,

Because I am left here,

Feeling the wounds to get healed.

Go and take the breaths,

Taken for granted I had,

And borrowed the truth.

It was for you!

Go and snatch my soul.

Dying and crying in your home,

A suffocated one,

And unknown ventilation.

So the questions and answers to me,

Have finally shorted out to be,
Let the stars fall,
But don't let it dark.

Yesterday,
I was not me,
Today,
You have come,
To murder me