A burdensome emotion burst

Dates are being curse

Playing dark games like infinity

Just to lessen his insanity

Pen turned into blade

Eyes red need a shade

A fake smile for survival

To simply hide views about suicidal

Blame fate for his horn

Scars of many thorns

A life he resemble to a naught

Simply pessimistic thought

Followers of great hand want to touch this soul

To save him from gates of hole

Simply a name not in list

Still at the end he penned his wrist

written: November 28, 2014 at  11:00 pm

Mysterious Aries