The Rusting Soul

Rusting soul waiting to depart,
into the sublime sky near, yet so far,
in the midst of unknown, ceased till dusk till dawn
splinters from the shadows of past I bore, ‘neath the azure mask I wore

with hatred in soul, never thee looked upon,
with filth all around molded my existence for eon,
obfuscation, egoism holding me with a firm grip,
puerility, serenity, ignorance together ready to rip
oath to destruction my path laid
suffice bloodstream flowed and many paid
revenge the reason I was alive,
vengeance was the solely reason I thrived

but now I lay, solemnly under my shroud
devoid of family and friends who could be proud

rusting soul waiting to depart,
into the sublime sky near, yet so far
in the midst of unknown, ceased from dusk till dawn
splinters from the shadows of past I bore, ‘neath the azure mask I wore….

I Think Of You…..

Lying, looking at the ceiling,
lost in my own pool of feelings,
I think of you….

Sitting, staring blankly at the class,
while my mates talk all the way till the time pass,
I think of you…..

Seeing, friends hand in hand,
together they stand,
I think of you…..

Sailing through the old memories,
bound to be let loose from diaries,
I think of you…..

Pricked by the flower,
bearing the pain it showers,
I think of you….

Sitting by the window pane,
watching the flora enjoying the rain,
I think of you……

Burned by the fire of lonliness,
I, into the abyss of darkness,
I think of you….

Do i remind myself to you,
when I think of you…..????