Supernova

Upon the winter solstice, I was left beyond the shroud of solitude
It was a sentimental embodiment, the rights were fixed to be the faulty perceptions.
I looked up to the sun and felt the breeze
of being alone in a dark universe with silence condensing the melancholy
The beauty of the stars unreached, an underachieved trip to galaxies beyond hallucinations of euphoria..
It sums up to being suicidal
When you are the center of your universe
And those stars light you up with their charm
You are an arm short, that's just what you feel like
In reality, you are nowhere close, and you know it..
And you feel useless without togetherness..

It comes to that unbearable point where depression and dismay wraps the body
and the life lived until now..
An implosion into an endless pathway,
a dissatisfying gluttony due to permanent breakdown
An end is a beginning of non-ending misery..
A subversive black hole, a product of an immersed succumb..

Until nothing is left of this life
The passageways of misery omit the pure laws of existence
Absorb the pure energy of entity..

...Till life is no more...