Routine of Regret

Routine of Regret

Vicious hope, waiting for tomorrow,
Deceived by promises.
Empty hands and empty assurance.
I am afraid of words, scared of sorrow.
How much can I afford to lose before I become hollow?
The only thing I regret is breathing;
Everything else is just a routine.

Nothing can heal a broken man and his broken feelings.
Trapped in the moonlight, life has become hazy.
Day by day I am losing memories and meanings.
Nothing counts in between life’s ups and downs, it seems.

A failed attempt to achieve success
Adds more to the mockery.
Giving up is the best way to find peace within.

Those overwhelming feelings, that sadness never ending,
My flesh and bones beautifully turn misery into learning.
But I am tired. My mind wants to fly away from the living.

I don’t care what my destiny is,
And don’t know what it may bring.
Right now I am trapped in the moonlight.
It isn’t bright, but I can count my scars all night.
Can you tell which one is inflicted by you?