FAILED

A thinker will always write because the brain cannot withhold the thoughts that is beyond normality and capacity that one man can have. Your life is either what you want it to be like or others’ perspectives. Your soul is dying and you  can’t enlighten it. Your will is fading because you don’t see the vanity anymore. Your life is getting duller because you had lost your paint and brush. Your thoughts are getting crowded because you had closed so many doors till there’s nowhere for the thoughts to penetrate but only through tears and anger. You tried to stand up straight, but you forgot that you had lost your strengths. You tried to move and walk, but you are stuck since you had lost your compass. You see your so called happy ending when that is just a mirage that you created to keep you happy when you know your entire body is bleeding death and sorrow. Your mind screams of pain, but your heart sings of sadness. Your visions encompass you with the disparity of nothingness. Your hearings whisper you of the incompleteness. You walked across the heaven and hell when you were stopped by the Satan, who had offered a guidance. You rejected it and continue on walking until God asked you to stop and stay put. You gave him confused looks. You left him, disregarding his orders like always and disappear into the forest of insanities. You befriended with humans and show them the well trained side of yourself. You let them think of you as a desperado who has lost his mind over the ideas of true loves and equality. Deep down, you find it amusing to see their reactions because you have had this imagination, where people will behave accordingly if you know how to play the strings. You see them as losers when you are just 10ft below them. You tried to beat the best by being better when you forgot best is the higher level of a word compared to better. You see no importance of religions when you tend to tell your own self that He has flaws that He tried to cover. You brutality shut your heart from any lights that is trying to cleanse it. You created a persona for you to fake your emotions so that no questions would be asked. You tried to embody too many characters that in the end you were confused and embodied no character, but has no charisma. You became a fool. At least, you have become a stoned cold bitch and a selfish bastard. That, you should be proud of.