The Decay

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Pain throbs so deeply it drives me insane,

Every inch of my body feels the rhythm from within,

Functions I needed – I bet I couldn’t gain,

 It leaves me lying awake from this bed all evening.

Positive mind tires itself from endless thinking,

Asking questions how and when, would it come to an ending?

No pleasures were taken for the past few hours of waiting,

For something to happen to stop this hurting.

I wonder warily how time fly,

Counting stars through cloudy midnight sky,

There’s no need but, it’s an awesome thing to do,

For it’s as impossible thing as to believe in you.

You promise me nothing but tyranny,

You brought me nothing but a cheerless symphony,

Bringing the whole pathetic weakling out of me,

How would I ever feel the pleasure to be gay?

When I am always busy mending my tooth decay?