Days are not cup of my tea
I live the nights and in screams of thee.

My morning is dark afternoon is grey
I don't have that love to light my way.

Spending morning inside lavatory
and nights crying with falling ivory.

A soul separated from contingent
It was not its crave to be insolent.

Ranker and incredulity is incredibly flowing through the blood of mine
Mocking at me they even didn't give me a chance to shine.

Thought process redressed, left with the shrieks and peals of bid
Afar are not the days of instolid.

Living in eudaimonism is much better than living in headonism
Languidly breathing last in stoicism.

The last thought while resting in peace
Will be an advisory for all species.

Search for a community with people's heart caked with courteousness
Befriend a soul if it is surrounded with loneliness.
© divi