Avril Lavigne - My Happy Ending

Breaking Benjamin - The Diary of Jane

Shayne Ward - No Promises

Jamestown Story - Ashamed

Bully Suicide Project-Stories

Jodhaa Akbar (Full Song) - Inn Lamhon Ke (Hrithik Roshan & Aishwarya Rai...

Jamestown Story - Come Back Home (Home Is Where The Heart Is) Featuring ...

Change - Jamestown Story

great things can become nightmares(how can we change that?)

Sometimes when you get something great,

It becomes a nightmare,

Why?,

Cuz,we abuse those precious,

Indeed valuable items to our hearts content,

losing every peer's trust and unstoppable loathing and sarcasm, taught me,

An important lesson,

Sometimes we gotta just bite the bullet and turn the tables to make a change,

Before it becomes a parasite, in all of us,

No matter what we just gotta give up somethings and maintain others to a certain level where we find happiness,

Stopping drugs,smoking,rapping and prostitution could be a good start,

Instead change these deeds and your minds perception to a healthier and more benefitial lifestyle,

It's never too late,

Only if you believe in it,

There's a saying that my principal always lecture everyday,

That change comes within your heart,

When it comes from heart,love and commitment,

Not even the lust of the mind can empower,

Such will and strength,

Everyone seeks happiness,but not everyone is happy,even in death they feel pain and eternal misery,

Everyone's got a voice inside their heart,

To save themselves and make a change,

To better themselves in any circumstance,

I know some of you are out there suffering, for family and living, but there's no excuse to back off and cry in a corner, but to fight and keep on going to the very end,

IT's better to DIE! for something!! than,

to live for nothing,everyone can fight,

IT's just fear that holds them down,

We can change from our evil ways to find,

true happiness, instead of suffering like a loner,

Everyone's in pain and misery, but they can change and live on to their expectations only if they earn it by god's trust,so come on make a change!!.

Don't waste your life instead let life waste you

Well,

Another day,another nickel,

Is that what they say,

Most of the time it isn't true,

Unless you earn it,

I remember this guy who said don't worry and be happy,

while he suffered terribly,

so he hanged himself on the next day,

What all of us believe,

that death will end our misery,

But we and I mean WE!! are definetely WRONG!!!!!!!,

We lose the opportunity to nurture ourselves with what the world has in store for us,people,

normal civilians or any other rank,

There is nothing wrong to admit that you are in pain,

It is alright to express yourself,

Instead of cramming it in a tiffin box,

Sooner or later it will break loose,

And it will turn into hell,

It is worth to keep the good fight,

against peers and other surroundings,

But you cant fight life,

Cuz,everyone needs a life,

And without life there is no existance of emotions,mortality or anything you can think off,

But life can waste you cuz it is a system of god,

that works in complicated ways,

We gotta battle the obsticales that life gives us to battle regardless the pain and misery we go through,

In the end all turn's well if we believe in it,

SO come on and fight for something or die for nothing,

Life is something we must value,

Instead of being a marionette of misery for,

An eternity.

WEDDING HINDI SONG - main agar samne

Usher - DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love ft. Pitbull

Eminem - No Love (Explicit Version) ft. Lil Wayne

Eminem - Like Toy Soldiers

Dr. Dre - I Need A Doctor (Explicit) ft. Eminem, Skylar Grey

Eminem - The Way I Am

Eminem - Mosh MUSIC VIDEO HQ

Eminem - Mockingbird

Eminem - When I'm Gone

Eminem - Love The Way You Lie ft. Rihanna

Eminem - Not Afraid

WEDDING HINDI SONG - mubarak mubarak

never ending pain

 the rain spatters,


the stones clatter,

the wind blows violently,

there I was standing,

In a room, watching,

Where i am cold and stiff,

The sounds of laughter,

Dances to the very core,

of my soul,

I begged the lord,

to claim my soul,

Alas, my wish was not granted,

Sanity left me with grief,

Vanity begged me to not sin,

Hark!Hark!,

The wind screams,

Typhoon calls,

I evolved out of anger,

To a beast that pleased Lucifer,

There i was ready to feast,

On Vermin s,

Mercy wasn't an option,

Nor plea's of innocence matter,

For trust and faith abandoned me.

Bullied boy battles back

Mehndi Lagake Rakhna (english sub) HQ - Diwali Dulhania Lejayenga

Title: Koi Deewana Kehta Hai

Poet: Dr. Kumar Vishwas

Koi deewana kehta hai,koi paagal samajhta hai
magar dharti ki bechaini ko bus pagal samajhta hai
mein tujhse door kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai
ye tera dil samajhta hai, yaa mera dil samajhta hai

Mauhabbat ek ehsasson ki pawan si kahaani hai
kabhi kabira deewana tha, kabhi meera diwani thi
yahaan sab log kehte hain meri aankhon mein aasoon hain
jo tu samjhe to moti hai, naa samjhe to paani hai

samandar peer ka andar hai lekin ro nahin sakta
ye aasoon pyaar ka moti hai isko kho nahin sakta
meri chahaht ko apna tu bana lena magar sun le
jo mera ho nahin paaya wo tera ho nahin sakta

Ki brahmar koi kumudni par machal baitha to hangama
hamaare dil mein koi khwab pal baitha to hungama
abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mauhabbat ka
mein kisse ko hakikat mein badal baitha to hungaama

Fanaa - Mere Haath Mein (ENGLISH)

Death,fear and pain is everywhere( by kishern manickam)

                       Well,Yeah guess this is it.Before I go to the subject,Let me tell all of you a story to remember. An Indian boy who was so happy in his life in school and almost every time he puts on high hopes and large,giggly faces. But until something terrible happened to him. He started losing his friends and family's trust.He got so frustrated he lost interest in his own activities.So his grades went down vastly in a blink of an eye. Then it was September 15 2009 in a specific school. He took an entrance test to enter 'O' levels, He passed that test but still he wasn't happy because he did not have any friends; but bullies instead. Ruining every second of his life turning him into a mad monster. But he always fakes a smile to get away from trouble. He is emotionally troubled until a Chinese thin haired person helped him. he was happy again but not for long his peers abolished his happiness swiftly. He reported those goons to the deputy principal an old geezer  i would say. he gave a warning for those boys and those boys took revenge on him they stopped inviting him to parties they always talked to him sarcastically and tried to use his own actions against him until 2 years later he was never happy again he always preoccupied with other things most likely fear is what's stoppin that star from shinin. In the intent to kill and suicide he rarely talks to anyone and prefers to be away from his peers.His old friend waqar younas khan talks to him sometimes in Facebook but the condemned boy lies to waqar he's fine everythin's alright theres nothin to worry. So waqar walks away happy. But now he is still suffering and some his peers that gone against him regret for their delicate sins. Askin him are alright mate. He says i'm fine with a faint smile. This is because he knows most of them are lying and they wanna  suck him dry slowly  for their own needs so now he is solo fightin for himself caring for himself merciless in the lights of others and now he is fightin hopin he makes it through with his own hands.Sometimes he wants to suicide to end his everlastin pain.

Waqar Younas Khan a Friend and an owl(dedicated to Waqar younas)(by kishern manickam

Before i start my poem i dedicate this to Waqar Younas khan who has inspired me to write this to him.


Some say he is an wise owl from the heavens,
To dispose the fowl of others with his ravens,
Some say he is a prophet of wisdom,
But he seldom's consider himself wise,
Some believe he has the power of inspiration to teach others of manners and respect,
But he believe's perspiration solve's obstacles in the tide's of time,
Waqar,
A man who i consider an advisor that relies on wisdom rather than of strength,
He sacrifices many to correct and not to erect,
He has his thought's on others,
Instead he doesn't  bother to be be caught,
He confronts his foe's,
And turns them to friends,
Never has he dashed the hopes of others,
But flashing it brightly he does,
Instead trapping others in obstacles,
He provides miracles to their mind and soul,
He believes the road of success,
Is to undergo the fouls of a toad,
At the end a shining star awaits,
Not far it waits,
For the soul to fly,
Tasting no more foul flies,
Lies and sly's,
When that star is obtained,
It will be maintained,
Because of the inspiration that cheats destiny,
Can only be done by the will of others,
Waqar,
Believes that everyone has something special in them,
But only ego is the power to destruction,
Slow and painful,
Without sanity,
Nor vanity,
Waqar,
Has shone blight in darkness,
Twists everything in a whisk,
teaching might and rights,
That all of us must fight for,
Only then the true meaning of peace comes,
When the pieces are reassembled,
He sticks like honey,
to optimistic people,
He ticks away like money,
To pessimistic people,
A great mentor,
That inspired me,
And fixed me altogether,
From a fallen angel,
To a shining star. 

The reason that I'm alive now (by kishern manickam)

                             Yeah,You guys and girls might be wondering about the topic. SOOOOO,the very reason I am now alive,confused ;but happy is because of having faith in myself. Okay,Okay i'll move to the point now. Helllllllllooooooo stop screaming!!!!! this is not quantum physics. So well, I've always wanted to commit suicide. Why? because I was bullied relentlessly for three-quarters if my lifetime in school. The pain was freakin endless. Teachers misunderstood me, students kept pickin on me and...................................................... yeah I was beaten up many times by words and family. My family thought that i'm theeeeee cause of every single drop of mistake.
                             Well,dont even bother sayin that again cuz thats ovaerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. My whole time bein picked on by heartless people who want pain as their source of entertainment. Then loneliness strikes like bolts of lightning frying away my normal self. I tried to jump of the school building. But one guy pulled me back up. I tried again and again Nor could I even do IT!!!!! I felt That i am such a coward. Wasting life like trash . Then I started doin what people wanted to get attention and to please them at every way.
                              Didn't work at all. they just find ways to insult an Indian who they think he is an Idiot. Well things just got worse until I tried to take pills. My bro stopped me. I felt lonely,depressed, and physically sick, I wanted to cry,beat,kill every time i see the people who upturned my fate. Everything spoiled, couldn't take it anymore of this damn fools. Wanted to kill them. But I was restrained by My good friend. I started being quiet,neutral,selfish,heartless and merciless. I showed no signs of pity, Everytime they bullied me verbally and physical. Just massacred all of them in many ways including verbally. Everyone started to fear me, They started to cry, Worse they started screaming for their sorry asses. But pity was out of my mind. My grades became worse. I got more beating and scolding. I didn't feel any pain from that not even emotionally pain. Until, my science teacher was surprised and proud of me. That melted my heart.She said something to motivate me to go on. She has been watching me endure pain like not many could do.
                               She praised me alot for getting a great grade for science. I felt like crying but i didn't show it. I started working very hard to gain peers. Learning every move from mistakes. The spirit kept me goin. Like I trusted faith in me. It trusted me until i have reached to a certain level where I finALLY WAS invited to my first outing. I felt happy that this is finally over in a short period of time. I felt so proud and i feel stronger. I feel powerful. I am relieved of my pain though it felt neverending. I have a stronger will now to keep on fighting and strive for the best of all.


        Moral:no matter what,Trust faith and it will trust you.Without faith, You will suffer a great deal of pain

Cyber Bullying - Lets fight it Together

Teen Bullying Prevention - A Cyber Bullying Suicide Story-6

Usher - OMG ft. will.i.am

♥The saddest song ever written.. And the most beautiful..♥

when the last teardrops falls (song with lyrics)

Depression. You are not alone

sad song that will make you cry :'(

i have a voice (kishern manickam)

i have a voice,

a choice,

to rejoice,

Every word that i speak,

At the peak of my mind,

I speak up now,

for justice and peace,

Never shall I not challenge the light,

That shines upon me now,

for life's torment,

is a vile comment,

i say burn them,

for thee has tortured the very depth of my soul,

The death in me,

that heaths,

for wealth and health,

which i can bear no more,

I wanna burst it,

for thou can bear no more

Once good with moods,now brown with frown(kishern manickam)

                           Whoa whoa whoa everyone chill. I am uhhhhhhhhh.......... here to tell you guys and girls a story about anger,regret,vengeance and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........ vengeance. So let us all hear it out. This boy was once a boy who was always good with his moods and now is brown with frowns. This boy had endured a terrible past and family history which should never be mentioned in public. So the past went like this.It all started in prep-school. A school before he went to Grade 1. He met a few jolly looking kids in his classroom and tried to be normal when it comes to making friends. But first they didn't take it seriously, yet they decided to make a wimp out of him just for sayin heelllllo and how are ya jimster. They kicked,pushed and embarrassed him all around the class. Making a cold-blooded victim  out of him. Well he spared them and tried again many times to get their attention since he was bored and lonely. Yet the habit spread-ed like a virus that can't be healed.
                           Since it was one year for a five year old kid to have no friends and sociality with anyone. Not even his parents. He decided to commit suicide. Yet, he can't because by fear that he shall be punished by the lights of god. So he decided to give another chance to try. When he came to grade 1 some of his old friends spread-ed the virus to other innocent kids to be evil against him. He decided to evade them for good. Then grade 2 was the final blow, Everyone in the class turned against him. Racism,physical bullying, cyber bullying and all those horrible deeds came to the picture.he could bear it no more of lies and cheaters.  When it comes to him and only him. So the teacher misunderstood the students pain and fooled by others without realizing lies finally gave the final blow. He finally went to the principal's office and was advice not to use violence in order to fight for your rights but diplomat-ism to settle matters as a wimp would do.
                          Alas happiness is burned and engulfed in the flames of tyranny and informal laws of man. Turning into a beast like never before.Crown of frowns,turning the town brown as king henry's poop. Hump... Finally grade 6 arrived, the most brutal and devastating period, the last time he got into violence. He fought a boy who is stronger and faster than he is, This boy is the pure hearted of evil, crashing and crushing hopes and dreams without any creams. There he was prepared for the final battle to end the everlasting pain of childhood. The childhood he has lost long ago in the murky depths of the principal laws and suspects. Fighting there he was with fury and gory, Tempted with bloodshed and bathing in it. Sucking it dry from the very culprit.
                          Finally the last warning came from the principal and he was forced to renounce away his violence. Which made matters worse. As the years past, Matters became worse than ever.
Unfortunately, Life twisted and turned Topsy turvy. He started to be suspicious, Fighting for survival and vanquishing others to thin air.  Now without any true friends, still stuck in the path of darkness waiting for the sentence to go away. Two years from now, he shall be free from his plight in the convent. In the meantime, Hopes and wills crashed. To sooth  the everlasting pain  he goes to his computer and blogs emotional things of what he feels of life in this present day. Is what he agrees and what he disagrees. The boy's identity is unknown but the website is known. Because it is you are reading this very website created by this boy. No one knows what is his destiny, future and desire of what he wants to earn from working. For this boy is forgotten by others who gal avant away not thinking of the rest in a pit of demons. Enslaving and torturing the very souls who have never sinned in that particular matter although he/she has sinned on others in this period of life.

Goodbye (I'm Sorry) - ...And Then I Turned Seven

one's heart that is shattered into pieces

is ma

Last day of the holiday and back to the convent(kishern manickam)

                      Well,There I was having my breakfast at 7.00a.m in the Sunday morning.Dim light bathed my soul, so did the morning breeze.I was at my kitchen table.Sitting and sipping a mug of hot espresso.Watching the morning sun rise.My dad came to the kitchen and asked me."My dear son,kishern.Would you mind,If i were to ask you something before school begins."I replied"Yes you may ask."He asked"Any final preparations before the  bone-breaking day of school."I said"No thank you."He stumbled away without any words. 
                       After dinner,I walked up two flights of stairs to enter my very room of work.Looking at my objects.All neatly arranged,Then I went to the creator of my poetries.My computer of course.Then,I started browsing to my blog site.Obviously you guys would know.I started to admire my work and creation for the very last time before I embark to the convent of fears and tears.Where it is no better than no man's land.
                       After the admiration.I went to the site known as Facebook.To have a last friendly conversation with all my dearest friends and enemies.I had the last great talks and laughters.Before shutting it away.Now here I am just typing this piece of short essay.No better than Stygian smoke or tobacco with tobasco sauce on it.
                      When I finish typing this,My mother will come to me with harsh looks.To inflict negative wounds all over my face.My naggy mother comes to me with baggy eyes making complaints and frowns.Which turns the town brown.Ah yes,Here the night bird comes telling me to sleep well.For tomorrows plight will be the flight to remember.There now I went to bed awaiting the perils in the darkness without blight and might.

A soothing song to keep you calm

Learn to ease anger by a bit of romance

Anger a bomb?(kishern manickam)

Is anger a bomb?
Or is it hungry,
For comb,
Like a womb,
I say,
Storing something productive,
Goring something destructive,
I say,
A small beast,
Ready to feast on you,
Forcing you to tremble fearfully,
Acing you to rumble insanely,
Making you to ramble speechlessly,
Fear it smells,
Clearly it tells,
The beast of hell,
Hears your plea,
Preventing you to flee,
Is it a bomb that destroys everything,
Or is it a paradox,
A special code,
Like a toad,
That must be decoded,
In the right manner,
If wrong,
The Tanner comes by,
With salutations,
Then kisses you goodbye,
Saying it sarcastically,
That he misses you,
The beast burst into flames,
Engulfing with anguish,
Everyone at it's path,
Without hesitation,
Nor mercy,
Just as repulsive,
And never impulsive,
There thee,
Sends a bottle of sand,
Which there is nothing to fend,
Is it a warning,
To reflect pain,
Or to deflect vain,
Vanity and insanity,
Whats the difference,
There's no salvation,
All there is,IS DAMNATION!

My aching heart filled with pain and burning desire

The silence of an aching heart(kishern manickam)

The heart aches,
Like sour tart,
Just like art,
Humiliated by fart,
The jaws of pain,
The claws of vain,
Vanity and sanity,
Wine and vine,
Laws of flaws,
Makes no difference,
Even with inference,
A casket of shadows,
Is better than a basket of meadows,
Caches of books,
Is a latch of crooks,
Rust and dust,
All that is to be shunned,
The cone of light,
Shone's the way to fight,
Bales of ales,
Crystals of bristle,
Gail and gale,
Grail and Frail,
Pigeon and Stygian,
What does it change,
It's a map,
Of traps,
Filled with craps,
Of a lunatic,
No better by the lights,
Of a vermin,
canning and vanning,
Like a canker of hell,
Heavier than an anchor I tell,
I fell into a  well,
Narrow and marrow,
Is filled with waters of sorrows,
That is not to borrow,
Pelter's and pester's,
There I watch,
Ready to catch,
Below the well.
Waiting for a miracle,
Yet the oracle voices not,
There I meet my fate,
Losing faith in me,
Life is pointless,
Nor is it meaningful.

The next exodus to extermination or determination.Which should be choosen?(kishern manickam)

There I was,
Lying,
While flying,
To the path that I will descend,
Leaving away memories that must ascend,
Everything that must be apprehended,
Shall never be appreciated,
Dried and fried faces,
Of other aces,
Acing everything,
Like smooth icing,
The bed of roses,
Are watered by filthy hoses,
Causing a tilt,
A turmoil of blackish liquid,
More putrid than brandy,
The roses are rusty like smugglers while turning pale,
No better than crusty jugglers and burning ale,
Feels like thieving kids with dog claws,
No better than hefting deeds with hog jaws,
There leaving away everything,
Embarking on a exodus like hell,
Which there is nothing to tell,
Either i exterminate myself,
Or determinate myself,
Life is everlasting pain,
Which will never end at all,

Really sad

Listen to the lyrics and read the video(how sad to lose someone in love)

Well sad video 1

Is suicide the answer?(by kishern manickam)

Hey,
Life's like a bucket of tears,
Without any ears,
Trapped with fear,
But look's crystal clear on the outside,
bristle it over,
And see blisters of  light,
Faded and shaded,
Watching all horror,
And terror,
Scarier than Dracula,
Hairier than wolf-man,
Fairer than a countess,
Screaming and creaming,
About damage causing ravage,
Waging something vaguely,
A challenge like no other,
Battle the tattles alone,
Without any aid,
Or raid,
After watching the bucket,
Sadness flows to the cheeks,
Fire glows with a peek,
A Dash of dark ash,
Is no better than hash,
Even worse than a leash,
A Curse more senile than a vermin,
Disgusted with hatred and suffering,
Obsession to die,
Obsession to fly,
Away from thee cruel world,
Sail with rails,
No better than a glass of ales,
Trailing and failing,
The answer is not suicide,
Or is it?
Or genocide,
Filled with regrets,
Watching what you left,
And what you did not theft,
Floating away,
Gloating away,
Loathing away,
That you've done the right thing,
But it is not,
Or is it?
The question lies a myth,
That comes to the decision,
Between the precision of you,
Or god himself.

Life in the dark side(kishern manickam)

Just walking,

And stalking,

No talking,

No tacking,

Just me bland,

And blank,

As black,

With lack of gags,

Bored and gored,

Tired and fired,

Hear not,

Fear not,

Of memories,

To the demise of the past,

Which premised so fast,

That the blight of light,

Was engulfed in flames,

By the arrival,

Of rivals,

It came so quick,

Without a single tick,

Turning myself,

Urning myself,

A ticket to experience,

The socket of the damned,

The condemned,

And the forgotten,

Plight in the light,

Is the flight away from the blight,

Just leaving,

And thieving,

Without any amends,

That mends,

The vending machine,

Leaving away laughter and insults,

Moving on to the test,

Like a vest with strands,

Standing there I was,

With the chalice of malice,

It feels like diced ice,

I flung it to the wall,

I have denied the call,

To remain in the light,

Without any hesitation,

There I make my move,

To the cold stove of darkness,

Leaving away happy doves,

There my heart starts to turn cold,

Old,

And moldy as stale bread,

That tasted like ale with tales,

But some resistance is fighting for others respect,

Preventing a suspect out of me,

Like a spec to bring in more light,

Like the ring of might,

Which is tight till the end,

Preventing me to fend on,

To darkness,

Well the battle continues,

Yet the tattles remain a stalemate,

Like a game of chess,

The battle continues with hassles,

And fusses.

   

Boredom(kishern manickam)

Boredom,Boredom,Boredom,
Like a home to a dome,
Boredom,Boredom,Boredom,
Like cheese with ease,
As blandly as brandy,
As ankhs of blanks,
Like pools of wools,
Warm as corn,
Just like hair,
Lifeless like air,
Functional as a chair,
With pure silence,
Without cure,
Of noises,
Just silence,
Suppressing violence,
Like fury,
Surprising gory,
With stories,
Of stones,
Just laying down,
With lying frowns, 
Having to own,
The chalice of lies,
Not even the slushes,
Sloshes, 
Slashes,
And gushes,
Of liquid makes a noise or a sound,
Silent as it is,
Filled with boredom,
Drilled with oppression,
To keep silence precious,
And ferocious,
As a fake gem,
Of amends,
Silent bores and hums,
Silencer is a dancer,
Fancies of to it's victims,
To turn and burn,
The urns of noises,
To do nothing,
And to wait,
For your fate,
It's worse than death itself,
It is as worse as heath,
To eat everything it succumbs,
And to devour unmercifully,
Of anyone that stands,
with strands of ropes,
On its way to dash hopes,
For boredom can only be solved,
By striving and thriving,
For the best,
Out of the test.

Imagining wisps(kishern manickam)

Roaming wisps,
Just like singing gypsy's,
Panting wisps,
Just like chanting hippy's,
Roaming and singing,
Panting and chanting,
All the same,
That all came,
What's so special,
About wisps,
Dances at the tips,
Glances at the mind,
Bouncing  everywhere,
Gazing at me,
What is it telling,
To hunt for,
What are those lights,
Why do they they fight,
Showing their might,
To tell me something,
I ask again,
What,
Yet,
They still billow and bellow,
Like wind,
In mind,
Confused,
Still I ask again,
Yet these lights pass riddles and clues,
Like fiddlers and blues,
Then the point comes,
These lights were chanting,
The plight of dark memories,
That is a mashed seal,
With dashed teal,
That ruins the basket,
Of caskets,
The parts and puzzles,
Were pieced and pierced,
The true colours,
That allures good,
That haunts still of the past,
Which arrives as fast as a shark,
The memories hark like sharp winds,
Just like playing a broken harp,
The lights chant hastier,
And faster,
Driving madness,
To lose sanity,
It's like art,
Of a bowl of tarts,
Which fart ruins the rest,
Also ruining the test of endurance,
By bringing the text of defiance,
To the point,
With  a coin,
The wisp laughing,
And gagging,
Harder than ever,
Are like never,
Like a rusty lever,
Getting on the nerves,
With chanting verses,
 Till sanity is lost,
Revenge is forced,
To be avenged with cost,
Yet, 
There is no cost,
To avenge against the host,
Like a ghost,
Learning to endure negative wisps,
Is acquiring the ability to endure the negative tips.

To lose everything that was once yours(kishern manickam)

There I was walking through the spattering rain,
Reminds me of  metals clattering like trains,
There I was still walking,
As no one was talking to me,
Or even stalking,
The freezing  and merciless wind gales,
Teasing like bees and tattle tales,
I,
Watching a fire burning down something,
Watching it tire and turning away things that I own,
Watching lick devilishly and blossom every darkness,
Watching it sheepishly swallow everything like Stygian smoke,
Just standing there with tears,
Handing in with fears,
My ears have heard the call,
Where now I am short which I was once tall,
Burning away and turning over,
The great,
And summoning,
A turmoil of filth,
To tilt me at every moment of life,
There I was,
Watching my failure,
Denying the purpose of my fate,
For I have lost,
To the perils of life,
Giving myself,
To suffer a horrible plight,
Just as a terrible flight to hell,
Everything has changed,
The people,
The atmosphere,
The daily routines,
And of course respect,
Considering I as a suspect,
Also now a condemned acolyte,
To serve the lights of Lucifer,
 Known as the decider of the damned,
Known as the king of kings,
Known as a blood addict,
Known as a demon who hungers,
On anger,
So as I watch everything change,
I sulk everyday,
Transforming into a hulk,
That causes more destruction,
Like never before,
Alas,
Suicide is not the road to salvation,
As it is the toad of pathetic expiation,
So as devastation,
Every time,
The grail of frails is poured in to the mouth with extra thyme,
Worsening the flavor,
That vomits out more evil,
Like the vile of tainted blood,
Fainting all innocent people,
So as ruining the recipes,
And formulas,
Just sulking and screaming for vengeance,
Yet it will never be avenged by creaming up everything,
Cackling every time,
Like a mongrel,
Who wastes time mumbling and tumbling,
Utterly nonsense,
The pain that is unleashed,
And the happiness that is leashed,
What is it like,
To suffer a terrible death,
Once everything is lost,
That cost more than money,