A contract with my self. That we never dared to break. But one fine day. All hell broke loose. A strangling force pushed me. I took a knife and butchered. Untangling all the clutters In search of truth I walked down to the roots Butchering it into pieces I peeled off it's layers. It was just a facade. To whom I always spoke to. All this while there was no clue of truth. Now I finally realized. For whom I was working for all this while. Who do I really satisfied? Truth was always embedded in the contract. Masquerading itself as a blasphemous act. It's conjure one could never understand.