Half-a-Life Ago...

Trying to clench her fist
to ascertain the strength
that isn't there perhaps.
The keyring within,
paving the path along the fortune lines of the palm
for blood to stream out.

Loosing sanity for not that couldn't be achieved.
but for one dat is lost.
'cause one underachieved was undeserved.
but one lost is failure.

That blood entangles the wrists and elbow;
Touches the chalice she was holding
mixing its strange aroma with the vodka
going down the system.
Dinno which tastes better??
(Actually Vodka tastes like spirit or her nail-polish remover.. n d aroma(!!)well u can't tell when ur drunk)

The limbs take time to freeze as the senses go numb,
"Oh death tread softly! My heart needs to sleep!"
Wished the slumber came sooner;
Pains could have succumbed into it then.

Not happy but contented.
You seem to have found a cause that she couldn't be.
Entwined among civil conflicts of the perplexed mind
decisions were never joyful but just a logical compromise.

the drink over to the last drop;
Life wringing itself out of its own shackles.

"See those seagulls?
they herald a question.
Who are you?
actually - who have you been all this while??
See the Waves basking on the shore?
Half erasing the past.
Keeping me half alive & just letting go
Half a life."