Open Your Eyes
Smoke it like its your last breath,
Its last, won't get another take,
Feel it in blood through the vein,
Immense pleasure of half burnt flake,
Tumultuous psyche is calm now,
Heart beating at a faster rate,
Glass of wine will quench the thirst,
Washy blood will ease the ache,
But is it happening or just an illusion,
And reality is hiding behind opaque,
No salve heals a wounded heart,
No retakes for life's mistake,
one defeat doesn't mean its over,
Life is not a game indeed a race,
Face the reality, believe in yourself,
Open your eyes before its too late.
Copyright © Owais Ahmad | Year Posted 2014
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