The burning sensation of chagrin,
Those thoughts weaved in a chain.
Having close resemblance to asbestous
Desperate to be blown out in the flames,
No scars come without percepts.
You wish this hurt was remedial,
Conservator of peace to be believable
Some risks you took
To be affordable.
There is no one out there to blame
Only one way for the salvation
Which lies close to annihilation.
Annihilation seems the new cool
When you start living life
Outside the soul.
Help is not granted for your call,
Neither is break for the fall.
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