In Delirium

Some day was there when I was a pessimist,
Stalemate in semblance of sweltering cyst,
So morose, so sullen and so morbid,
Such intensifying was the delirium torrid.

Blatant was the thought of disease,
It glared, blathered in unwillingness to release,
Exhorting for homicide sans procrastination,
No path to trace, some serious castigation.

Began it growing fervidly in fiery fierceness,
Until a whim crossfired midst hopelessness,
Suicide is not a solution, a predicament,
Can you stop the cycle in torrent of torment?

You will have to bear the pain again,
There is no way out without the rain,
The rain of strength, life and energy,
Only way out is: Get up! And fire in synergy!

Decimate the dead part and maraud,
Capture and assimilate power, ring the chord!
Because no one has the right to rule you,
Become your own emperor, it is only YOU!

Take the name of the Lord and begin,
This is a new moment with new energy, grin!
For with will for life comes your breath,
"Strength is life, weakness is death."