Sunday, 9 July 2017



It's not the day you die, but too many times in your life,
It's not someone sitting beside,
It's you who's leisurely beheading yourself with the knife,
You're Committing Suicide.

When you smoke in chain, you're committing suicide.
When you drink in pain, you're committing suicide.
When you think insane, you're committing suicide.
When your tears, you drain in rain, you're committing suicide.

When you walk away, you're committing suicide.
When you come too close, you're committing suicide.
When you don't move and hold and you don't let go,
You're committing suicide.
When you stay key-low to not let the rest know,
You're committing suicide.
When you turn your life in a live show,
You're committing suicide.

     I moved on too many times,
     I weaved up too many rhymes,
     Now I got to know that these are the signs,
     When you walk with the sorrow side by side,
     You're committing suicide.

     Like a hundred tons over my head,
     When I write the crap, doesn't mean that I'm sad,
     But concerned for a time that's a century ahead,
     When you'll be the victim of your choices,
     If you start to search for a place to hide,
     You're committing suicide.

     I walked down on a stranger street,
     No one to talk, no one to treat,
     No one to walk with, no one to greet,
     Ears plugged in and being played was a beat,
     Passed a rider with three figure speed,
     You don't really care, or you're not aware? It's not a ride,
     You're committing suicide.

     I laugh sometimes for no reason in real,
     Yes! I do, just the face doesn't feel,
     It's random and not my mood that it reveals,
     But doomed is my life,
     Random laughter ain't no big deal.
     But when it's like,
     For the one thing more than once you cried,
     And your cries come up to the random side,
     You're committing suicide.

     Since two decades many things have passed,
     Poised are my words, my brain is harassed,
     Still no complaints, no reasons I've asked,
     Like why you did that,
     Like why you did so,
     Like why tit is for tat,
     Or like why people let people go?
     'Cause when you open the question bank up too wide,
     You're committing suicide.

When you stay quiet,
You're committing suicide.
When you start to kill your might,
You're committing suicide.
When you follow the wrong,
You're committing suicide.
When you keep repeating a song,
With the one you keep crying on,
With some drink along for all day long,
You answer no calls,
And the doorbell keeps doing ding dong,
You're committing suicide.
When become so lost and unfound,
That you don't recognize any sound,
When you become an image you hate,
Like I told you back in the "Scary Hound,"
You're committing suicide.

     Don't put this life on test,
     Don't end up yourself, I request,
     You can still give your best.
     I conclude the rest;
     Some things could never be right,
     Like crying alone,
     Like not caring what you own,
     Like rejecting a call from home,
     Like wrongly feeling disowned,
     Like staying up crying all the night,
     Like little things making serious fight,
     Like the ego being piled up to an enormous height,
     Or like the habit of keeping just negatives in sight.

     Pick the crown, you're the King of your life,
     Have fun and laugh and the pain will subside,
     Positivity kills the sorrows, they divide,
     It's not the half that's gone, it's the half that's on,
     There's still some time to rethink and decide.
     It's all your life that it takes,
     It's your own heart that every second it breaks,
     To be on an aimless ride,
     With no destiny, no one to guide.
     So, it's time to TOP and it's time to STOP,
     To continue committing suicide.


By Vish

Organized Sinners