Dead End.

Lights went off,

abruptly.

Like it was in hurry,

keen and desperate to leave

as if I am the devil

with different shades of 

darkness.

And what more

could I do?

To choose and breathe

in forced existence,

a tangled symmetry

of survival,

to have a life but

not living.

September // Ulii Azman & Zaffe A