The story is to be told, not to be sold!

From unaffected pride and ostentatious grace,

To starting at an unknown space.

From placing a bet on my future,

To lying still with a limb ruptured.
 
It was like a gun shot on target without recoil,
 
Which later turned into a total turmoil.
 
The illusions soon started to laugh at me,
 
For I can hear their sarcastic giggles.
 
The loneliness-my best friend is still with me,
 
Comforting me in this throne of struggle.

I shed the agony, ignored my wrath,

Betrayal was the followed aftermath.

My heart mourns inside my hollow chest,
 
For the person who used to live inside of me.

The one living in myself now,
 
Is the one I already I died for.