Theblackone

When the door closes, Darkness surrounds us. A haunting scene -it becomes. We loose our shit and our nerves. We run and run around. By fearing for our own heart's sound. We don't become still to let our pupil settle. It becomes a child's battle. When one door closes, Many door opens. We fail to become stable, And to look for the gates which makes us able.

My body is restless. But my brain is breathless. I want to do something, nevertheless I became hopeless. I feel a feel in my heart, Don't know whether it's short. I need to move it out of chart. To easen the weight from my heart. Heart and mind should be in sync. If one lag without any ink, It leads to frustration before you blink. Try to level it, with a click. Heart gets stuck for emotion. Without heart, brain doesn't open. " You need to do something, but you don't know what" That's when you lack your fire, which makes you smart.

"Choose that" a part of me said. Reasons not to choose was too laid. Dilemma  becomes my state of mind. I get confused and mind moves like wind. Mind and heart at each end of rope. Playing tug of war with my hope. I can't say to them, Nope. They both have good reasons to cope. My heart wants white, My mind wants black. They both play with my might, I am held by their slack. One pull me from head, Another from my leg. I always get a huge thud. They tear my body and I always beg. It's fight between my heart and mind. They both show their point of view. I want to win the fight and make sound. It's the devil inside and me.