An urge so strong

A bodiless dream,

an illusion,

a blur mirage,

Fading into the night’s dark,

deep sighs of fume

Drifted into the darkest deep of night, wondering-

When angel of death commanded to annihilation,

We pull the trigger of our own self-destruction.

A disaster we call so sweetly ourselves,

A call so silent and slow, an urge so strong.

I chose to call life

onto the death’s ruthless womb- come back.

Come back to this rotten dream,

come back to me for one more time.