Death of a Bastard

By the time,
Once again,
I thrashed myself
Hopes are getting deemed
Day & night the alcoholic quotient .
I,Me & Myself
The door of Heaven 
Yet untouched
Although 
I can smell the Hell.
Who cares
The graveyard is above all 
Discrimination's
And,thankfully 
I'm free to die.
My God knows the truth
No more bindings
Me & the absolute within Me 
Adieu Love ! - 12.06.2016.