Blue!

Sitting on the stone of lonesome feeling
Grave of my soul don’ no why still breathing;
Wrapped under the folkloric white
Feeling so sick! Counting stars in the bright.

Those smell of burnt red chillies
Scorching me like some dead greeneries;
Black giant eyes on my head all the time
Felt so appalled for hours long nine.

While bloodless fight with my own heart
I shouted on my unseen flow chart;
Cups tripped aside filled with blood
 No desire to live this place so absurd.

Hanged my head back on the chair
Eyes triggered evil words ‘it’s not fair’;
Nothing worse than feeling none
I felt so ugly breathing in this position.