Everytime i feel...

Everytime i feel
this pain is not enough
there shud be more worse to it
something to tear off my flesh
n add a pinch of salt to meat

d fire in me is blazing high
burnin d inner self inside
cut to the throat n eyes left to play'
slowly my wretched soul hears
d words of disgrace

left at the altar
m singing the songs of love
my enchanted self struggle to listen
d whisper of the night(ing) gale
sabotaged completely i sit beneath d fluttering leaves
waiting for my time to rise
heard somebody sayin'.... Godot is yet to arrive!