Dementia

Nobody is yours

I denied the identity of verbal world

Where we compel to accept

Everything virtual and fake

Promises

One true zephyr is impossible like

In smothering crowdy suppression

We beg love from them

Who are already pining for it

To win a contest like touching. Infinite

With crocodile tears

And read between the lines of cardiogram how close to death

With hidden bleeding wound

Now satiated nuisance don't believe

The fragrance of mother like upbringing

There.

And this unblooming dried thirsty

Lips exhausted

In name of forever waiting till death

Forgetting your names in dementia.

And your dominated kingdom

Of versimillitude citadel collapse as secure

Dungeon In moment..