Give up on me, and let me be.
I am a lost cause: spiralling insanity.
Knight in rusty armour; A barren landscape;
A perpetual mess; suitable only to hate.
So leave, leave while you still can.
Havoc my intention, destruction is my plan.
I can never be a hero, nobody's Superman.
Just an agent of entropy; a resident of Bedlam.
Anarchy is my realm, chaos, my exhilaration.
War is my tranquil, turmoil, my pervasion.
Never a dream come true, not even a nightmare.
I'm the dusk's morose silence, daydreaming's blank stare.
The depth you seek in me is something that can't be found.
I'm the comma, the backspace: shallow, not profound.
I'm the lost hope for karma to work.
The cracked soil, the parched earth.
I have no songs to sing, only a clashing verse.
The swan's dolorous lay, the riled gypsy's curse.
So leave, leave, never to return again.
I'm no fairytale ending: I'm the love that goes in vain.
- Sarthak Kulshreshtha