Analysis of I Didn't Want To Live
I didn't want to smile; not even express even the most infinitesimal iota of my happiness,
I didn't want to run; not even drift my euphorically exhilarating foot even a fraction forward; to gallop with the perniciously dying winds,
I didn't want to wrestle; not even bulge even an insipid swell of muscle; out of my profoundly poignant and knotted shirt,
I didn't want to sing; not even stretch even the most inconspicuous chord of my throat; to pump melody in the disdainfully bereaved atmosphere,
I didn't want to emulate; not even copy even the most capricious of actions of cold-bloodedly wandering devils; flaming and around,
I didn't want to embrace; not even swirl even the most remote chunk of my poignantly robust flesh; towards devilishly abhorrently entities on this colossal
planet,
I didn't want to sleep; not even close my heavenly eyelids an ephemeral inch; to replenish my devastated countenance with spell binding sleep,
I didn't want to flirt; not even liberate even the most fugitive glimpse of my mischievous visage; towards the viciously adulterated ambience around,
I didn't want to triumph; not even unfurl into the most diminutive shadow of blazing vibrancy; amidst the parasites ghastily sucking blood outside,
I didn't want to fantasize; not even tax the crannies of my brain a mercurial shadow; to perceive about thissalaciously penalizing and gory world,
I didn't want to yawn; not even relax my exasperatedly beleaguered body a parsimonious trifle; to relish the fruits of this miserably blood-soaked globe,
I didn't want to eat; not even satiate my horrendously famished tongue an ethereal component; with the fodder of truculently dictatorial tyranny,
I didn't want to stare; not even concentrate an obfuscated bit with my diligent eyes; worthlessly whiling away my time sighting the ungainly rich mercilessly thrashing the diminutively deprived,
I didn't want to bless; not even shower even the most oblivious trace of my empathy; to all those erecting their palaces of gold on bountifully innocent soil; and then opening their discordant mouths to whine,
I didn't want to pray; not even ask the Almighty Lord even an evanescent showering of bliss; with all baselessly marauding and massacring politicians metamorphosing this earth into the most ultimate of disaster,
I didn't want to preach; not even waste even the most faintest rhythm of my sagacious voice; for all those dastardly rascals who sold their own mothers; for
bathing in raunchy cigar smoke and wine,
I didn't want to breathe; not even fill my lungs a threadbare trace; with the maliciously venomous graveyard of air; perfidiously lingering outside,
I didn't want to love; not even fulminate even the most inaudible beat of my heart; towards an entrenchment of vindictive lies and worthlessness; that brutally incarcerated me in this robotic age; from all sides,
O! Yes; I have no shame whatsoever in divulging that I didn't want to live anymore in this treacherously lambasting world today; for if this planet as manipulative as it was for just one more minute; then it was better to commit suicide and die; than to kiss
the fireballs of celestially sacred life.
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Metre | 1101111100110010010001011100 110111110111010011001010110101101 1101110110110111110111010100101 1101111101100101001111111000010110 11011101101010010101101111001010001 11011011101100101111100011011000110011010 10 1101111101110011010011010110010011101 11011111010100110011110010010100010010001 11011101100101010100111010001010110111 110111011010101110010011010111000101 110111110011101010001001011001111000111 11011111011100101101000101010110100100 1101111101011111100111011110001011000100101 1101111101010010100111100111010110011111001011001010111 110111110100101101010100111110100100001011101011001010 1101111101100110101111111100101111101 1001001101 110111110111011100100100111110011 11011111010100101001111011010101010111000100101101111 11111101000101110111010110101011111010100111111110111101011001111 01011101 |
Characters | 3,159 |
Words | 516 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 116 |
Words per line (avg) | 23 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 135 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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