Since boredom clenched its fist
The music has no sound
And I felt not her kiss
My soul was not around
The food tastes like ashes
Since depression caught a hold
Her touch is like whiplashes
And The sun akin to cold
Completing all the stages
(The game that can't be played)
Jotting down the letters
(The Hope that wouldn't stay)
Breaking rules that will not bend
(and Hoping for attention)
Don't pity this forgotten spirit
(I am no ones friend)
I'm just another nameless victim
Of the day that wouldn't end