Biased
BIASED
THE LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED
LIKE AN OLD MANOR,
THE ALFRESCO HAD TURNED
INTO SIRROCO OF LIFE.
IT HAS GIVEN ME THE
MASOCHISH OF LIFE.
IT HAS BEEN RUINED LIKE
GHATS OF GANGES
BY PREACHERS WHO ARE
FAKE TO THE WORLD.
THE LIFE HAS ANGINA
WITH BOULEVARD OF
NO FUTURE.
THE BELL LOST ITS RING,
AMETHYST LOST ITS
COLOR,
I HAVE BAD PIEANO NOTES
ON MY FINGER.
THE COLOR OF RAINBOW
IS BIASED,
LIKE ME.
WHICH HAS NO REASON
TO CHANGE.
THE FEEL IS GIVING
ME COUP DE GRACE
EVERY MOMENT OF LIFE
AGAIN N AGAIN.
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