The debt needs to be cleared;
I am going insane,
and to regain my sanity I need beer.
But I have quit.
Yet every bit;
Of my body is craving for countless sips.
I am tired of these untimely kips,
I wanna sleep a good night sleep;
But every time I try I trip
Trip over these responsibilities that are haunting and stinkingly daunting.
I am supposed to get married at 27
The priest said so,
It is not him but the stars have communicated this
From the heaven,
To whom we pray.
I need to buy a house
And then a car too.
This burns a hole in my core.
I am sore
With no one to take care.
No one warned me that life was going to be so unfair.
One girl whom I fell in love with madly.
I broke her heart, badly.
I too was broken and shattered.
But I couldn't reflect hence catered
to the needs of everyone.
But
Now I am fucking done.
Every-time I close my eyes
I find myself screeching to be freed
of these shackles invisible to the human cornea.
I want my bloody narnia.
I keep banging my fists against this wall.
My knuckles are bleeding, I want to crawl
my way out somehow.
This dungeon keeps getting darker and darker everyday.
It is turning into a pit.
A pit that is bottomless.
And I keep falling deeper and deeper
And my loved ones are just a mere audience that is
Merciless and hopeless and clueless.