The Spent Man

No one asked for eternity like immortals
Just a lifetime of ups and downs like stairs
As the love grows dead inside the flower
Forever the regret stays and leaves cower
Wonder the limbs where did control go
Life stuck in a race of boats with no row
Imagining a bridge built with no stones
Only dead feelings and pain are its pillars

A good man he remained till coffin closed
Never did he pray even when way was lost
Belief on his shoulders got heavy to carry
Cruel world just couldn't accept his story
His dark days did not allow him a shadow
Desperate for affection the thirst maddened
Hanging by the brittle shoulders saddened
The search for happiness a one way street
If not found inside then you are devil's feast

Night's silence maligned by the haunting melody
The restless instruments make ride bumpy
The operatic howls of the mind from far
No god or angel could hear from the star
Behind the door lay the route to salvation
Too late for him to find god's lonely station
Skin crawling with a fear so great it folds
None are allowed and can't leave the mould
Peace was shunned long ago from body
To be broken into parts it cries like a baby

Begining like a mellow white flag drama
You do not deserve anything said karma
The man fought gallantly with all his might
Profusely bleeding he promised to be right
He will fly as high as those lightnings dance
The clouds laughed on his one final chance
He called on all of his brothers to unite
They frowned and he waited all the night
Arrows flew and the nails on coffin stuck
Even his own had no part to play in his luck