Just Breathe.

So what's more challenging?

Is it being jeoparadised or pranaoid.

In guilt's and fault's,I found fear mummurs louder and larger,

Through day's and endless night's,

Did darkness stayed long or silence of day light?

I feared,I crushed,I woebgone,Borne out,

So did I need to get bolstered,

The war between my own consciences, 

The war of being a thought in mind or a throbe in heart,

I am lost in every nub of erroneous,

Nor could my eyes weep,Neither could my leaves get old,

Going through sorts of less bitch,more trauma,who could take the responsibility?

I bleed over mind and die over heart,

Do not console me,My soul won't rest in few solace,

Burn and light and cremate,You could retrieve me good,

Wonder what all my nerves holded to resist my soul from leaving my body,

You would get lost,

As my day's didn't notice that few stars abandoned me from light,

As peers and tears had needles of my clock to rotate wider,

As and As, the needle so did it give me no seconds for the last wave.