The world of melechony

In a dark room,
Many many worlds away,
A single piece of furniture,
A bed, on which I lay,
Nothing much to do,
To pass the day,
Don’t know who I am,
Don’t know whom I pray.

Looking from the single window,
Nothing much is there ,
Just miles of a vast medow,
Medow may be the wrong word,
Just a huge sheet of grass,
Where to walk, where to run,
There is no path to follow.

Here,
Melechony is my only friend,
Everybody is long gone,
After this world had end.

Long gone may not be right words,
For concept of time was killed,
For very very long now,
This world is completely stilled.

Nothing moves here,
Nothing change,
All is nothing,
No river, no range.

Only I am something,
Only I can move,
Making something out of nothing,
Only I can make this change

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The blue whale Gamer

One thing you really want,
But the thing is such,
You can only want,
Something out of reach,
To you cannot be grant.

A piece of star,
A flying car,
To be a TV star,
Or in every corner, a bar.

Some things are only dreams,
Reality is really sour,
Not rich and sweet cream.

Monotony and boredom,
Is the reality’s axioms,
That why, we need asylum,
In an unreal dream Kingdom.

We read book, play games,
Lets our imagination fly,
Across realms of riches and fames,
Forget the boring real self,
Go away, to the extent of insanes.

Does it really important to exist,
Even if I am dumb and lame,
Put an end to this foolishness,
Let us play, the Blue Whale Game.

Note : ignore it