Bloodstreams

What seems simple to blindly answer

May hold anguish among its seams

Blank pages better narrate this tale

If all inkwells at hand are bloodstreams

A soul departed but to where?

In such a dreadful land

Extent yet deprived of freedom

Awake but trapped in dreams

desolate mind checks in at sunrise

Recalling what were once sacred goals

But tranquility does suffice

In the massacre of souls

A heart that once found love

It was an ocean I decided to sail

It was perfect, till our capsize

But how to tell a person on land

It’s safer not to worship the sea

What was a dream is now a curse

Instead of breaking it breaks me

I am a breaking wave,a splash of tears too tiny to notice

With Inevitable sorrow, I am officially depressed

Tied to my beaten bed, too long that we became one

I can hear him scream from the weight on my chest

Paralyzed, nightmaring , losing track of time

It was as if my bed turned to hell

And i am being tortured for the sin of being alive

My thoughts are eating through me

And as they chew my poor heart

I wish I could pray it over
 
It’s about time for it to end, time to say goodbye

It only takes a simple knot

Then I am no more

Then I am free