P lacid, offlate, I cease to be
A bjectness is what, in me, I see
I nternally chaos, always going on
N ot allowing me to move on
F ate, I knew not, would be so cruel
U nable to forget someone so vital
L ost always in that someone’s thought
M irthful, I can’t be like the other lot
E nd of my life, these will remain
M emorable few are, all in vain
O h! why do they to, the mind bring
R ipped I am within and sad note I sing
I nside the heart is full of scars
E xistence looks like a farce
S till lot of them, I can’t efface
:( is what has remained on my face
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