9 Sadgic

I always pull the "comma" of death,

Wondering, "I am happy?",

Neither "Yes" nor "No", I was trained,

Bathing with 'liquidized red roses'.

I always pull the "sheath" of death,

'Shocked blocks' rolled down spits 'red paint',

Showing a dead-pan face,

When will this nightmarish mission end?

I suddenly have time to rest,

'Postered faces' suddenly vanished,

Maybe mission accomplished?

Do I need to be relax or happy?

Beautiful world above, serene and order,

Yet under, ping pong of 'round-ended cones',

Continuously devouring 'field of illegal farmers',

Mountains of 'stiff-lifeless blocks' leftovers.

Walking outside, breathing untainted air,

My mind is in serene state, then 'hand-shaped imprint',

A 'twin falls' in her eyes rashes down,

Not knowing who am I, who is she?

I didn't bothered it and continuously walk calmly,

Yet adrenaline bathe my 'stone-cold fist',

I can't breath, it's my first,

Help! as my world turns into 'hell of darkness'.

A lit of pure white paint my 'dark',

She came back, then a bucket of adrenaline poured,

I'm in panicked, Help! Help! 'stone fist' pounding,

"Hey! You Okay?" as 'erratic waves' calm down then 'darkness eats me'.