Filling up these pages but the demon stops me

The purpose of my creation, it has just lost me

Want to enjoy till the end of days but life is too costly

Each word drips out, a stab to the head to bring them out

Its the only thing that I'm proud about

And if I lose this ability, I'll go all out

Aimless and listless I wonder about life

So apathetic, I can't see a reason to strive

Just like the honey is protected by bees in their hive

Similarly life guards its goodness with knives

All I see in my journey is strife

Something doesn't allow me to enjoy the respite

I feel myself growing colder every day and more dispassionate

Nothing gives me pleasure anymore so why not procrastinate

All I ever wanted was to make a lasting impression

But I am powerless against my mind's suppression

Collapsing every second I hope for a savior

Even though it may seem contrary according to my behavior

Curses upon the world and sky and all its failures

I just want freedom from myself, ain't that atrocious

I search for peace desperately at an age too precocious