Life is a war ,
Where suffering makes you special ,
And pain makes you unconditional,
It’s a Mere game of merging instincts ,
Protect your soul from the warriors ,
Who will burst open your demons ,
Crack into your soul ,
And end it all in blink of an eye.
Energy of a million people,
Force unseen by the rest of them ,
Making moves to just survive ,
Fought till I cannot anymore,
To an extent of burning oneself ,
I stand against the wall they build ,
Playing the game of life and death ,
And they say it’s just a matter of time.
The soldier inside me is awake ,
Time is contained with rage ,
Thoughts that separate my life ,
Draining me to walk away ,
Shall end up as my milestones ,
I never knew who I might be ,
Without embracing that darkness,
And look for memories in that loss.
Drastic changes and sweet surprises ,
They Look like silent nasty lifesavers,
Songs of fear which settle at the bottom ,
Greeting me the pleasure of this brutal war ,
Words cannot explain that adventure ,
The freedom of letting it go ,
Dragged me down to submerge in space ,
And find way to my eternity.
Wounded by the gestures of universe,
Left with scars of my brave decisions,
I have gone through a false illustration ,
Soldier they called me for facing the death ,
Heart made of steel and water ,
I burn and melt from the imprisonment ,
Lately ; I saw them all leave ,
And woke up to my war again.