Death Condemned

Death Condemned It has been three weeks and I’m living with this thought I am always with it, making me so frozen in the hell’s heat It has been three weeks which seem to be months and years I had been a man like another man who’s filled with fears Every day, every hour and every minute has it idea My young and fruitful soul was full of nice fantasies This thought is poisoning my blood, which sent me to dystopia It seems like I lost my identity and even my memories It forces me to get the kiss from the edges of a knife. I taste the bitter taste of bloody lipstick on that knife. The pain is much worse than I could see in a nightmare I can’t feel my soul in my unfruitful body, it’s not fair The door is fully open to hell and locked to nowhere I can’t escape my destiny; I’ve not two choices for life. I can’t even remember my memories which don’t hurt I’m lost and found here, somewhere and nowhere.