sleep, the same third eye, which
makes me naked before the
mirror of life, the same hands which
are aghast to reach my collar,
wants to know explanation,
that why I had returned the stretched
arms of helpless child for a favor,
this the same place where
once I stumbled to
loyalty, betrayed to the bed room -
treaty, here somewhere the
seeds of fraud, germinated under the
floor, that's the place I have broken
the trust, made the false interior
ceiling above the altar of
worship, that chandelier has the blow
off lamps, chants often the tale
of my pseudo character, this the place
where I had buried the beautiful
perception, humanism,
inner beauty, love
under the layer of squalor, mistakes
the conscience still breathing, it's
alive, wants confession,
a change, freedom from the sin, curse !
abomination by you would finish me,
just try to give me a chance to
prove my indomitable
desire to get the title of complete,
