Questions

Knowing the reason for an arising thought,
To Forsake the bliss of ignorance,
Some eventful evenings, some mournful night,
Of Solitude, in solitary confinment of my mind,

Risen out of the falling ashes,
Feeling the fury of the fire within,
In my mind a question, Arises,
Answers itself, dies.

Realization of the lost labour of love,
Questions the mind, lost in a purple mist,
Like a drug in my vein,
I had lost control, in chaos.

Of the cravings that the mind had known,
I gave up one, My quest for joy,
I gave up, I lost, no remorse though,
My questions answered their own.

My anguish, I disallow the thoughts to conquer me,
When life left me, why I got lost,
Closer to hell, I rested my head,
I evaded sanity, I flew alone, into the sunset.