Immortals...

You could have immortalized me.
Alas ! I but have become a mean creature
Of this unworthy earthly time.
And oh the conscience!
It found wings to far fly
And to expose self to devils of dead worlds.
When there are no qualms even as mind
Seems to falter at every tick of time,
When hatred and love seems to have vapoured
And the only visible feeling is that of silence.
That silence, which holds the cries
Of unfortunate present,
That which holds the key to unreal pleasures,
That which ends what mind can truly perceive.
And who would bear the rigorous pains of life?
Who would think of the past and clone
The eternal beauties into sumptuous dreams?
This, the reason for my being lost
Into a total unconsciousness, is what drags me
Closer to forced peace and calmness.
But the turbulence inside is forever lost into darkness.
All and yes, you could have immortalized me. You chose not.
I live not closed, in the world when you choose not.
So shall I find me in this rave existence.