Conspiracy

Ignominy 

Has become common, 

Ache  has become 

Bosom friend, 

Silence 

Has become 

the voice of frustration.

I want the azure sky 

To change colours 

To black to drop sirimiri 

To relieve my pain, 

It doesn't agree.

I want Zephyr 

To give me oxygen 

For breath, 

It still holds 

Your perfume.

Everyone becomes 

Accomplice 

To your conspiracy.

To escape, 

Though I walk on 

The meandering road,

Your betrayal 

Gives me a chase.