A Debauchers Plea.

My soul bleeds.
My SOUL lurks in the dark shadows of fear.
My eyes skulks
My eyes quivers at the reflection of my SOUL.
My heart quavers,
My heart pulsates at the remembrance of my golden days,
Now my olden pains.
My thoughts so cramped
My thoughts so unconsciously set.
My Life, my Life like a jasmine,
A jasmine deprived of its fragrance.
Aimless like a blind mans dart.
Useless like a madmans duct.
Had I known, had I known
Is truly had I known.
My life, going parallel to my fraying soul.
As waves of troublesome echoes dwell in me.
Echoes,
right from my fragile infant heart
during my starts,
When he came to dwell in me.
Being led by marauding companies, into my fragile infant heart.
Leading me astray and distraught.
where waywardness was a prescription.
Errors were laudable and
Corrections was I against.
The golden perceptions, are
Now my olden persecution.
Gangster was being a guy
Guy was smoking and sniffing
Sniffing was having the lux
Lux was changing girls
Changing girls was notoriety
Notoriety was being the Hero of the day.
Higgledy-piggledy was i, and i was all about it.
Causing stampede on the timid youth
In my ending days,
I wish to have a wish
To rectify past misdeeds
To live a good and meaningful life
To be devoid of any negative influences.

To become the lawyer mama always wanted.

To hug mama and kiss her
To live life all over again.
Unconscious Mindset of a debaucher.