My lucifer is trying to bring me down.
I am occupied fighting my demon.
Ain't got the time to bother time.
Yet, expecting this poem to rhyme.
My trails, you can never track
cause I don't walk to them
and she lives inside the hell of my head.

My lucifer is sobbing so badly, unhealthy and hardly.
Sympathy is trying to get a way so hard.
Time has reached to summon
my angel.
All the sufferings I have offered
is haunting me to suffer
to buffer
the record.
Lot more reflections
are yet to be discovered.

The rubber band has fixed my hair.
I don't want those impervious strands to get untied.
Can it just tighten my mind too?
Cause, it can not nap
without thinking.
It keeps looking
without blinking.
My neurons are chocking
being stuck on the horizon where nobody dares to go in.
Still, I have chosen to stay
busy in killing time.

Battlefield is ready to witness the biggest fight of this time.
The opponent next to me is myself.
My angel has unfurled its capacity.
My lucifer is gonna meet my angel.
It's the war between heaven and hell of my head.
I gotta choose me instead of me.
Bring me down, if I can go up with it.
Drag me down, if I can go up with it.
I am ready if I gotta lose to myself to win the good me.
© Chumki PM