Dazed.

Feels like an overturned ship blasted,

Seems like blunt stones on my head casted.

All walls look ready to go red,

With my blood I will get it fed.

I run and run in the hope of being overrun by someone,

If that doesn't happen I want to be hit by that bullet in that gun.

Scratch my skin, peel it off, get it burnt,

I want to be naked is what I have learnt.

Suffering seems like so far off the land,

Touch me, comfort me by holding my hand.

I never and don't want to die,

I want to be near it and cry.

It is not what I need or deserve,

It is what all is left in my life reserve.

The things hold no meaning for me,

Even the city seems like a vast sea.

The gates are crashing, mirrors are cracking,

I am losing, I am tired but I am not backing.

Even the most obsolete thing is able to win over me,

I can't do anything, I am a broken tree.

My friends look like enemies to my eyes,

I try hard to remember their jubilant cries.

The good memories have deserted my soul,

My vices are pushing me into a dark hole.

The urge to smile till my last breath has gone,

Kiss me away like dust in a desert and I will go on and on.

Now I need and want to die,

I need to cry and say my goodbye.