The inks of the depressed,
The unheard words of the emotional,
The unseen tears of the happy,
The unknown flip side of the transparent.
Kissing the world goodbye,
Hugging the underworld welcome,
Golgotha is the new home,
Being numb and oblivious.
“Good night” and don’t expect another “Good morning”,
Cause the mornings have been miserable; but there is comatose in all nights.
So sleep well and wake up no more.
Sleep and escape from the world!
Or what do you want to wake up to?
To pains? To dejection and rejection? To destitution?
To miseries? To sadness and sorrow?
To unhealthiness? To the seizures of life?
To love that doesn’t exist? To a God who has hidden his identity?
To the empty cosmos and universe?
why do you want to stay?
what for?