I have yet to title this, (music please)

the story begin like any other,
but this story does not goes,
nor ends in a predictable way,
A desired conclusion,
It does not have,
an incomprehensible beginning,
An introduction,
As unforeseeable as the strike of lightning,

The story starts,
When a mind so foolish,
A mind so alone,
Is led to believe,
Led itself to be fooled,
To be tricked,
Into believing a fiction,
So real, so vivid,
Only to face an abrupt,
unexpected end,

So this mind,
With bitterness stifling logic,
And anger diffusing sense,
It will look, it will find, it will seek,
The various ways, the methods,
For the bitterness, and fury,
lodged within the crux of his mind,
Has birthed vengeance.

Humiliation,
Pain,
Agony,
Is all the thing that flows,
Through rails of thoughts,
of that mind.

Curse the person,
That brought life to this mind,
Only to murder it with a knife laced,
with a potent poison of betrayal,

Curse the person,
That led trickery envelops the mind,
From seeing true sense,
And feeding upon the lies,

Curse the person,
That caused the mind to betray,
To switch sides, to be a traitor,
towards other caring minds,

The mind will not hate,
The fabric of thoughts would not despise,
The karmic wheel will be the judge,
It will be the adjudicator,
With the person standing guilty,
And the only accuser,
Is the time that flows constantly,
Ignorant of saint and sinner,
Unbiased in its final judgement,
The finger of reality will be pointed,
All crooked and sharp,
And the eyes that revere,
Now becomes the jury.


Curse the person,
That brought life to this mind,
Only to murder it with a knife laced,
with a potent poison of betrayal,

Curse the person,
That led trickery envelops the mind,
From seeing true sense,
And feeding upon the lies,

Curse the person,
That caused the mind to betray,
To switch sides, to be a traitor,
towards other caring minds,


Wake up, wake up,
Stop dreaming your biased reality,
Live, grip your sanity,
Let it not fall to pieces.
Even as your mind is being seduced,
by the fake convictions,
and impure words,
Let it be a mistake,
A blot, a stain in your page,
You do not deserve this...