Bid

The blanket of the night
Could not be removed
From a yearning eye
Anxiously searching a glint
When it's bleary
By my intoxication of the dark
That I deeply reject but it's hard
When it's the intrinsic part of my life
Had no aid from above
Nor an angel nor a God's disguise
To prevent my fall
In the world of upsetting babel
Brutally abraded my metal till it broke
And hanged me by its source
Intriguing enough to immerse in
And act by whatever it begets
When it gives a quick relief
That binds your time with the sky
And you fly for a while
To alight deeper in a sludge
But you love this way of life
When everyone will die
Leaving their endeavours in the dust
Burned ideals and self-control
Buds of honour that none would hold
Scattered as tiny specks of the bright
Will only increase the duration of the light
Fortifying prospects of a hopeful life
That I lack
In the guise of the unsettling voices
I support their source
As a catalyst that elongates its roots
And die as one of the voices
Is something I can neither deny nor reject
When I am inept to transcend this discerning mind
But for my apt of subtlety
And for this squirming fact
I could at least once try

2013

An interpretation: - The source of your negative thoughts and feelings waits for a chance to spread all across your mind to dominate and begets strong desires, temptations or a want for detriments such as drugs, spite etc. that provide quick relief and pleasure but make you lose focus from what is really important that also begins to fade as you start to act according to them. But once you realize it, the only viable thing is to try over a certain incentive