As an entity which resembles a light flickers,
Anticipation riles up against my heartbeat-
Promising me of a deadly tomorrow.

Predator will hunt,
And prey will be taunted.

The undeniable food chain exists in such place-
And I am only a speck of dust.
The trace of mockery dries my veins.

I am angry.
But then again, I have no rights to.

Crisp smell of time kills my nostrils as I stuck sticks into my eyes,
They were of no use anyway.
With pale fade of tomorrow, I exhale.

I wish to go,
But I have no rights.

In this form, adolescence riles up inside my throat-
Piercing my vocal box and ripping my spine.
I crave for satisfaction, but none to own.

Genie offers me a wish,
But decided against it.

A cruel sense of monochrome scrapes my world,
There is a faint smell of justice-
And a whole lot of masks.

I crave for your meeting,
But the more I do,
The more I'll die.

- beautifulove (copyright 2014)