Negative Utopia

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As i stand there,bowed head and a feverish forehead.
And i see,creeping sadness does not spare life.
Oh,the horror of it.

Lovely were the days spent idle.
A penchant of walking on wet concrete.
Oh,the love of it.

Oh,lost love.
Why don't you make me cry?

Destructing and resurrecting ,
Destructing and resurrecting.

And the melancholic beauty of spent years,
comes back to haunt the living daylights.
And ends with a non-audible sigh.

But the strangeness of life that it is,
Annihilates itself.
Leaving behind, hazy eyes and an extinguished soul.

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