Blade, Smoke and Hope...

What to expect, when all expectations die,

hope linen breaks and all notions fly

the mirrored illusion breaks,

facts turn hallucinations,

all trials turn vain, nothing left, just plight..

I stand yet against, time, chest held high

grasp it, if i could, aghast, I gasp,

I choke, I succumb, feel for my mortality.

Ideas come and go, come again, but all in vain

strain I have to, strain all over again.

standing in the middle of nowhere,

avenues all open, but all crossroads blocked,

it feels the world would fall to my feet,

but i fall head over heels.

comrade suggest fight,

fight? fought all my life, with whom?

me, myself, waging a lone battle

knew, i had the mettle, but immaterial,

tried to be casual, tried to be social,

tried everything, skin and blood

tried friends, tried foes

accept to expect from expectations,

life seems to be an explanation, lived

though as exclamation!

need to change, come out of fascination.

letting the lines to be incomplete,

I stop, look back, look forth, follow the course.

go down the memory lane,

nothings over, nothings gone in vain

Tried everything, I did, but hope I did gain

gained love, family and love,

I feel alright, and all above,

live for them, not for none...

This is about a guy who is heart-broken after he has a break up, and the following series of event force him on contemplating suicide (blade), how he wastes himself (smoke), how confused he is but then nature takes its course and he slowly forgets and finds renewed hope....