Black Soot

Stranded on black soot in mood
Pile of dusts sight, forsaken by time
In the mangled maze, I glued
Grief finally tranquilized, honored as it should

Still, sense's writhing in a silent polemic
Steal the realities which still running
As was strolling in the haze of hallucinations
The bitter whispers through scratches and melts into dripping sores

Upon the night which had stolen
Astonished by bolts of their innocent accusation
Exclaimed for the lifeless facts with no respect
Their imperfect tendency slipped to her to reflect

Perfect life blinds them in world of flawless
While I struggled in world of hug-less
At that time I stood upon my own shadow
While people and they chased sun from shadow to shadow