Don't Hate Me

Watered, Shaped, Broken, Reshaped

Life is a clay in the hands of time

Played until it is burnt and dead

Caught within a regretful rhyme.

Marks on the skin won't heal

Tokened for search of satiety

Happiness was always unreal

An escape from the reality.

When a pain masks a lesser pain

Would you care about a needle?

Vein to heart, heart to brain

The bliss sublimes and turns to a riddle.

Oblivion turned to pure hatred

Body sick and blood too weak

No more can it save from wicked

Opportunists wait to smother my wick.

Indifference if not love.. all that I crave

Return my smile with a scornful grin

A wish for unfrightened touch.. I'll take to my grave

Am I unclean? Am I obscene?

And I'm living without awareness of it

But time is a witch, time is a shaman

The sufferings, only death shall defeat

So, in dreams of future I choose to remain.