Sagging eyes and swollen faces, Haunt me day and night. The howling storm inside rages, I can’t set it right. They chase me in my dreams, Leaving me edgy and mum. They baffle with their gaze, I can hear mournful tone they hum. This is not heaven you think, By making your senses shrink. The pleasure you chose is lethal, Nursing inside a disease so fatal. Shed the slumber and your moan, Take up the role you really own. You are the future and hope, You can’t afford to give to sloth. Awake and mind your state, Hurry up before it is too late.
