:: Unravel + Laceration + Tranquility = Rationale + Acquittal + Very + Run + Nil ::
Leave me alone I don't want to think No more I want to run away and die Die die die die die die die die die Die die die die die die die die die
And then, in the split of a second My rationale took control, I reckoned Carefully, I began to unravel Layers after layers, on the level
And sliced into, then, little bite-sized chunks The never-ending negativity of Pain. Hurt. Dismay. Regrets. Dissected And resolved, they stand very corrected.
Many lacerations later, I would be Free; acquittal from self-imposed death penalty With passing time nil matters anymore And so, there is tranquility once, once more