Can I ask the seraphim of my delusions ,
why couldn't I commit rectifiable omissions ,
though which still gift me pain ,
incompetent when I am on the lonely lane?
With the ineffectual land of melancholy ,
and inherited misapprehend staring deadly ,
can I ask you my seraphim ,
where gone the precursor of my dream?
Where beauty is born of mute , insensate things ,
and life in it does prehensile;
O! seraphim of my delusions ,
couldn't I had my fate predestine?
When I was left with betraying isolation?
Why didn't passion engulf me in allure?
Why wasn't I allowed to live precocious?
I need an answer from seraphim of my delusions!
I approached with friendliness and cared ,
still I was an element who interfered ,
I am honoured to ask you my seraphim ,
why the deadly scab was not overwhelmed?
Now when i prolong to forget ,
the days longer than years that i regret.
Why do you tend to leave my delusions ,
and make obsolete life bear no implications?
The etiquette of explainable feeling ,
seems to lack in the seraphim of my dealing ;
then just let me ask you my last question.
Why life for me is yet not an extinction?
The etiquette of explainable feeling ,
seems to lack in the seraphim of my dealing ;
then just let me ask you my last question.
Why life for me is yet not an extinction?
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