The Anaesthetic Beep
Sweetheart, when you ran and ran
And still could not find yourself
You reminded me of dead temperatures
You reminded me of dead silences
You reminded me of the meth me
Who kills a part of her as a daily ritual
Only to wake up the next day
Not knowing why she waking up
For the world
Sweetheart, this Sisyphus has to run
Run till he feels nothing within him
Till he is purged
Till he cannot tell
If he alive or he dead
Sweetheart, I have laid my hands
At the mercy of this air
This all-encompassing sadness
This glare in stagnant faces
Sweetheart, I walk the drugged corridors
Like a maze in a maze in a mazeā¦.
But, you know what
Wait and just, listen
to the rustling whispers
In silence
Squeeze your eyes
If you want
Forget them
If you could
Because,
One day
One day
You would not be lost
Even after losing yourself.
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