A Being

"knock knock knock" the rhythm starts,
grows stronger and forever lasts;
a cracking strikes my soul and mind
that of my feelings which with my conscious collide.

a wierd desire to my thirst saturate
is stabbed with that stupid inability to hurt;
trying from my arena to fly
i always turned back with a broken heart, a sigh.

and with a last sweet wish to die, i realize
that i've been wasting my life and missed my paradise...

wafaa.