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Sunday, September 15, 2013

Do Not Resuscitate


Prologue : A legal form to respect the wishes of a patient not to undergo CPR or advanced cardiac life support  if their heart were to stop.}

{A relationship's monologue }


When do you know its over?
When do you stop being a pushover?
When do you stop pushing yourself into the same dark ditch
When do you realize it’s the same wound,and once again you need a stitch

Wrapped around by astronomical ego,The individualistic mess
The bubble is bound to burst  from the twin obsessions’ coarseness
Under the human tendencies of infidelity and mistrusts
Under the pressure of seeking constant childish attention,it rusts

Life in its twisted sense of humor finds love,that one sunny-dark soul
People with innate mad urge of masochism,start exhausting their hearts as embers of coal
I am formed in painful devilish delight  and a sweet tingling torment
Too hard to let go,too painful to relent

They are too demanding ,They  are  too harsh
They want lovely lilies and dandy daffodils in the marsh
They ask for sunflowers and a blue-moon at once
I’m meek yet I’m strong; I survive on this strange precarious balance

I know love’s dark magic;blinded and dumb,I still embark
When the whole world is rejoicing for an event I find myself in the dark
Because of the exchange of harsh words,and for the things said
I am hurt more by the the things that are hidden and that remain unsaid

When the light is fading away,I don’t panic about the dark instead I crave
I walk in far too deep;I relish the strange high of being in the imposing cave
But then;My feet have cracked from walking on too many thorns
My ears  scaled from ignoring far too many blaring foghorns

I  know I cant stay any longer in this darkness
All the previous sweet nothings have evaporated into nothingness
Constantly hurt by the truth and pulling myself up
I’m  done gulping down the bitter bullets unconsciously and waking up

And so next time I’ll be ready with a smile on my face for your gambit
I’ll relish that one last love lash,that one last blinding bullet
With my chin held high ,just to show that I tried,each time even  harder
But each and every time you only made me weaker and far weaker

And all that was ignited has been extinguished again and again
I’m done waking with a shock back into life with your conceited love’s bargain
I've bled and you each delighted in your own egoistic triumphs,and you still are
But I’m done, I’m done now and I've signed my DNR