my eyes puke in tears,
as I watch my sanctity cry in the flames of confusion
my eyes puke in tears,
they can't cough out the smoke,
but lungs are killed by the smoke,
choked by the smoke
Velocity comes to a halt
time folds itself like a mat,
the smoke, the frying of my soul,
in self-detonation's oil,
I'm buried in the frying pan of destruction
There is no stopping the overspeeding
steerless train heading for the rocks,
the sky crumbles,
I look into the mirror,
but there is no reflection,
not even the water can reveal my image
My heart beats like disaster,
my whole being has just being short-circuited
with too many voices,
the fuse melts,
again too many voices,
the filament breaks,
no light
and a fiery, gaseous monster roars,
in the chambers of my life,
the wood moans, crackles, dies,
the existence, moans, crackles, dies,
the hope, moans, crackles, dies
too late for forgiveness,
I'm already carrying a curse...
let it burn the crops
of happiness, bliss, joys,
the curse, I have thrown away the gem
in the bin of ungratefulness,
too late
the moaning, the crackling, the dying,
the moaning, the crackling, the dying,
the self hell let loose,
and soul singing dirges in the intentional fire,
hopes to live again
it was meant for good,
but it ended up in lethal confusion
the spirit must not look back,
as the being burns,
it must walk in hope to live in the light,
I have thrown it all away,
too late for forgiveness,
there is no turning back,
nothing to look back at,
nothing to look forward to,
I have drowned in disappointment,
I let this old me die,
devoid of freedom's oxygen
There is a new road before,
Choices,
to be the best of myself,
in the next life,
I hope there's light there,
Too many weeds,
the fire lashes them unto death,
too much ignorance, too much mistakes
as my father said,
"There's nothing in the past,
you don't go back there, only go forward,
the friendliness of the future."
I have lost that light,
I refuse to see,
Too late...
darkness...
By Kakraba Afful