Dead Or Alive
I am,now,my own coffin...
Moment by moment I die within...
My breathes are a real burden,I swear....
I am an object beyond repair....!
Pain is my possession,pain my friend....
Pain is that truth that does not end...
My life is now a complete mess....
As I stand like a mere witness....!
Was it my fault that I tried to be happy...?
Was it my folly that I was not lucky?
Why did my happiness run away from me....
As though I was its arch-enemy...!
What meaning does this life make....
When I'm dead though I'm awake...
Or,say,I'm living though I'm dead....
Shattered in the battle between the heart & the head....!
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