I have lost the will to live. 

I have lost faith in life and death.

And all those earthly things they say,

I have no fear of losing my breath.

Because everyday, anyway,

Our Judgement is coming near.

I want to stop time; halt each

Second, each day, each month, each year.

The zeal is gone, the light is lost

My life is not worth what it cost.

But when I hold the blade, so sharp-

She mocks at me, her wide ghastly grin.

Deep inside, my conscience is aware

That my soul will leave this life so bare.

And the pain will be too much to bear

But my final action will be a sin-

Dirtying my holy soul. Death, a luxury,

An ecstasy with dying for; and life is,

But a struggle. Sometimes, one feels

So strangled in the cruel society,

Entangled in the threads of friends, family

And forgets the divine. He, God,

Who has given us the sunshine, Lord,

And the moonlight; such beautiful eyes-

To witness the world crumbling, people crying?

Lies. I think I'm different, unique.

I have another purpose, I am the zephyr-

Of chance, of hope, of change, of revolution.

My soul will then attain salvation,

When I commit to God, my purpose duly seek.

Only then will my heart beat forever, a constant reminder to the meek.

The cruelest may continue to rule the world forlorn.