Living in hell willed I this persona
Intended to exploit the flesh
Fashioning a syndrome,
A windproof outer garment
Exceedingly inside burning my soul unseen,
Mentally the pain and consciousness resigning to death,
Because the imprisonments are seemed sentenced for eternity
Spelling in my eyes wording confusion
With what if questions left unattended
Shifted is the human mind,
Scored a huge concern about the afterlife
Blaming to death my misconceptions,
The mother to all the what ifs
Conceiving still from our doubts,
Impregnated by words
With babies my mind should define their names,
The oxygen is breathing carbon dioxide
Because Heavens are not far from Hell,
If Angels have broken wings to fly.