Contemplation کے بول

Slumbering in the silence that gave birth to me, I lay there contemplating the hidden secrets of life. The weakness that for so many years made my life to a living hell Had at length defeated my very will to continue an existence i despised right from the start. No god there to save me; was there ever one? Reflecting on this i slowly raised my head from the pillow i had rested on. Shadows danced on the walls, laughing at me with their hellish grins. My weary eyes followed their grotesque movements across the grey ceiling. Desperation pervaded the dusk-filled room. An air of depravity joined the gloom that surrounded my cadaver-like body. It must have been a wondrous sight for you to behold my emaciated frame in The grief-stricken chamber that witnessed the unholy hour of my birth. It must have been a wondrous sight for you to behold my emaciated frame in The grief-stricken chamber that witnessed the unholy hour of my birth. There i lay in the depressing and pale grey. At this instant my soul was grasped by despair. A sense or aim in this life i could no longer see. Would a bullet in the head forever set me free?? No god there to save me; was there ever one?!!! A sense or aim in this life i could no longer see. Would a bullet in the head forever, forever.....