watch the past burn,

sizzle in oblivion till its ash,

so that nothing remains,

your lips shall be sealed,

old life shall wither and die

Build a fortress,

stop the uselessness

because you are a typical excuse

of a human being,

forget, sleep in the furnace,

burn it all,

the past,

My mind has been invaded

by slithering, jumping, walking

geometry, hurricanes punching it,

I don't know if this is the conspiracy of overload,

but I'm confused, even on paper

Just burn the shadow,

be a new person,

no immitations,

if I don't,

I'll just explode,

because I'm a self-detonator

Demolish this dilapidated building

get a new reputation,

from paper to reality,

indeed the paper my only

good listener.

                                            By Kakraba Afful