In the dead of the night,
When all spilled blood turns blue,
When the moon fails to show itself,
Where do I find you?

Walking the path of uncertainty,
To chase those unborn possibilities, impossibilities,
Wearing your misfit fingers into mine,
And walking out of the line.

Living in the memories,
Memories that never existed,
And a kingdom of lies.
A kingdom that I've built,
The lies that I've lied;
Lies I love to live in,
Lies I love to believe in.
Lies that buried the truth 
And erased the escape route.

Plot? There's no plot,
Only conspirators plot.
There is no conspirator,
There are no syndicates,
There's only you.
But aren't you enough?

Heavens, heavens never looked down.
We never looked up,
Doubting the future,
Polluting our eternal existence.

The fire would only burn the best —
If I burn with it, burn in it
And burn with you.
Burning is all we will get
If we die together tomorrow, or today.

The writer is a student of class 10 at Rangpur Zilla School.