The World I Know

When I stay at my home,

I find no reason to rejoice.

When I look at my mother,

I remember her lost smile.

When I look for her smile,

I find a look of false affection.

When I take her hand in mine,

Her shaking flesh hides her dejection.

When I look into her perturbed eyes,

My heart gets mortified.

When I step into my sister's room,

I find a blowing gush of misery unspoken.

When I see my sister, sitting on her bed;

I find myself in my hell, my conscience broken.

When I look at her injuries fresh,

I wonder how many does she have more.

When I look at the walls of her room,

I find the remains of pictures she'd torn.

When I look into her scared eyes,

My heart turns into ice.

When I come out in the street,

I only see darkness around.

When I look up at the sky,

I find that the warmth has left the ground.

When I look at the footpath,

I find a human there.

When I try to find his cheeks,

Coming down I see a tear.

When my balls meet his eyes,

My heart and my soul die.

When I come back to my den,

I find myself in my Elysium.

When I'm inside my blanket,

I find warmth and my opium.

Protected from the chilly, biting snow outside,

My world is like a plant of rose but dried.

The plant which has forgotten to bloom,

I wish the world was like my room.