I can’t help it

For that red thick liquid still run through my vein

I always feel I have that adamic nature

My entire self-imposed struggle seems to be in vain

The divinity in me yet not mature

With my sins, I still have the white veil

Deep inside my wrongs, I still show a good gesture

The secret I kept safe in my mail

Only cos it is not yet of obvious measure

The evil I hide always show on my face

My heart beats on its highest pace

I lost the authority, who can restore the mace?

My soul failed me, I number my days

Just as injured man, I can’t join the race

Am no more part of the game, untie my lace

Always in shock and fear, I broke the flower vase

In the dark dirty nightmare, am on a chase.

                                                                                                                             By J_amaze