The Criteria for Losing Yourself.

Booked history. Meant to learn from ?
You DO realise that you always end up on the wrong front.
Redeemed faith, love. Falter again.
You're fucked up. Dont feel bad. Its just you. Dang.
How. I ask, what number will you test ?
Yeah, just step on them. Have a damn fest.
Your levels have dropped to unseen depths,
How'd you be sought ?
Death.
So, just sketch on the dirt beneath you.
You dont give a damn, like you'd feel bad if it cheats you.
Wild smile. All your masks lay in front.
Pick one ? Clown another.
Soulless mortals, almost inaudible.
Heh. Blame ! It cannot be you.
Wild smile. Hysteria ?
Bleed it out.
So. You count rocks around.
Yeah, fiddle with them. They are diamonds, you fool. Not a crap mound.
Cry it out again. Its not like things would ever differ.
The mirror people would over power you. Suffer.
Laugh out loud. Laugh it out.
Press hard. Clenched fist, open it.
Fine, untampered dirt.
Bowed head. Sway away.

Maaz Tanveer.