Me and My Poetry

Rythm of my heart Started searching for a beautiful tune. This plight gave me the flight to pigeons... Sorry, I couldn't stop anything, I was in the deep sleep. It had no hands, but scratches made by its nails gave me the beautiful pain. Thank you, You travelled with me towards the hell, But I travelled with less hope and blank paper. A white paper!! Which is now stained with my red blood. It is drying with noxious, Which is killing me also... May be this is not the proper goodbye, Because if I could see any ray of light in my darkest world??! Bitter truths are getting better than laughing lies I have ever told:) And This is me and my Poetry:)