When you have no purpose left

and that one empowers others,

When you Lose interest in everything you once Loved,

And you wish in your every pray to just die in next breath...

Why not death protects you and lulls you in his arms?

Why not he tells you that-

Yes, you are safe in between his scars?

Why can't he trust you and read your eyes like an art?

When your whole system is stopped and your mind refuse to start.

Why can't he smell your blood

that you lost in your path?

And.....

When you wish so dearly

Why you and death are Still apart?!