Confusions

And it said, it's time to take a stand. Either here or there. 

That had been my struggle since past many years. 

Many many years

I felt torn again. Torn between duties n desires.. 

That had been my struggle since many years. 

Many many years

The statement was now is the time. It's been stretched decision for long

That had been my struggle for many years 

Many many years

Coming from the confusions mouth, I had nothing to question. I was torn again. 

That had been my struggle for many years. 

Many many years

You can't chose so easily! Or can you? Wants pull you, so do your responsibilities n decisions. 

Struggle..

Many many years..

I stood there, or maybe lay in my pool of drama with that sinking feeling yet again. 
To choose. 
To let go or hold onto. 

Many many years

The beauty pulled me, the ugliness inside made me drift apart. 
Reality was hitting hard.. Dreams popping up once again

Many many years.

The beauty pulled me, the ugliness inside made me drift apart. 
Reality was hitting hard.. Dreams popping up once again

Many many years.

The funny thing was that the message came from the confusion itself. 
I couldn't argue. At all. Anymore. Now.

Struggles

Many many years

And all I wanted was the night to pass by so that once again I conveniently run away. Escapism. Yet again. 

Struggle.

Many many years

Coward? Irresponsible? Incompetent? Indecisive? Immature? Illogical? Emotional?

Haunted. Haunted. Haunted. 

Many many years

I want to sleep again. A peaceful lullaby if the confusions could sing. 
But al I heard were shrill shrieks. 

Dwindled again.

Many many years

The moon was complete making me empty. The stars shining as I lost my glow. 
The darkness inside blew me away.

Yet again lost

Many many years

Numb numb. I want to be. Dumb dumb so wish to me. The sound was killing n I drifted apart. 

Choose now as it shouted

Many many years

Kill me cz I can't bleed anymore. Maybe that's why I am so dead. Breathing for the world

Missing heart or lost the soul 

Many many years

Words are lost. From my mouth. Heart is blind. And u ask me to decide from what??

How? How? Now? Now? 

Struggles. 

Many many years

Incomplete I shall be. Always. Like this abode of my mind. Always. 

Confusions are life? 

Decide what? 

Struggles. 

Many

Many 

Years

- Diary of an Oxymoron