Give Me Some Poison To Live

Give me, some poison to live I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bullets, the steel – nothing matters now. Dirty games can go on, I am going on bromides to ejaculate the pain. Sleep will not come in dark nor the relief in white robes. I will remain awake till eternity. Give me, some thorns to bleed. Rose petals are hurting now. SATISH VERMA