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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