Shadows in the dark

The gravity, its ripping me apart

the stones on my crown

feels like mountains

The chains I acquired

they anchored me down,
like a slave chained to his keeper,
dragging in dirt and dust
I could see dust flying 
over my head
Each of them laughing at me.
Even they are free...

Its time ... 

its time that put me in chains,

its time that makes me mad,

its time that stabs me,

its time that makes me a beast...

Beyond those chains 
lies my mind 
bleeds into wild
I can hear my brain
screeching to stop.
But the heart...
it listens no one...
Its numbness, its dark.
It leads nowhere.

May be behind the truths,

or for a spark in the dark,

or conscience, or for a shrub,

which can heal my scars

or behind the million year old question,

still nobody knows,

Who am I?

                                                                                                                   

                                            P.K