My Heart's Vault

A mess has been created in my mind,

Which has just made me bumpkin from kind.

Everything seems to have been knotted,

A layer of damnation on my heart has been coated.

I keep on moping around all the day,

Whimper within myself snatching my own gay.

Sometimes I yell silently,
Fell as if it will continue for eternity.

I try to come out of this poser of thoughts without any delay,
But I think this predicament will take my breath away.

Its all my sodding fault,
Which might take me to my heart's vault.

Now I keep on searching the ways to penance,

This search might lead to my tranience.