Depressed? Why shouldn’t I be?
My friends, my love all lost.
I lie in the cold, immovable.
My corpse shivering under frost.
Forgotten by the comrades,
I fight a war against seclusion.
Offered a spiked wine by the beloved,
Still want to die in her arms, such a delusion.
Will not let anyone touch my chest
and make love to me in vain.
I don’t want myself, celebrated
and then forgotten again.
~Aryan pal
