Stigmatized
Skeptic movements of the trespassers,
Engages my dwelling mind into an abyss.
How many more a times will you give no heed to me?
Home is where we both reside.
Seconds of our negotiation makes us both wild and fright,
Nothing whatsoever means to us why are we both alright?
In the messy livelihood, we intake
Thousand wounds, overdue.
How many more of those will we retake?
Recommend me what's best, bestow your mercy,
Shattered are our lives, begotten thou mercy.
How many skims will be played,
Until you realize we are misplaced?
In shining armors were my prince,
I dreamt of it a bit,
But during our exchange where did, I lay,
That now my prince turned in dismay?
Lack of sensitivity, lack of coldness,
Ruthlessness began so vastly.
How do I share my thought of exhaling,
When I am in pain tremendously.
Which of my share, should include us both?
Which of it should be missed?
How much of it can be bearable,
So for us to stay stable?
How many locks need to be fit,
To shut my sorrows amid,
Drowning into the abyss,
How shall I be lit?
Skeptic movements of the trespassers,
Engages my dwelling mind into an abyss.
How many more a times will you give no heed to me?
Home is where we both reside.
The End!
