You need not know that my silver is gold or how little I loved before I had your hold.
O’er I stood again, shoveling flowers off graves to offer the dead.
“Now that I yearn for your lacerating nails, where are they?”
Ceasing into everlasting life, in disguise of death.
I, while reading the book of death, and thinking abt the muse who is dead. And not death as ‘end’ but as life which is frozen, as a life which is everlasting and living in me. Mirrors meaning underworld in wayward hues leaving reminiscence of empty picture frames like rainbow rust in delicate dust growing wildflower hearts.
Why must ridges of your body run clean knives and remind me of what it feels like to stand alone? And why must you resurrect right where my soul is?
The lost treasure chest,
All of sudden appeared,
Floating on condensed oily-
The surface of the water, Contaminated,
Oh No, the purification rituals,
Sanctifying all over scattered-
Spread our hard-earned dignity...
No not at all, the dignity is retained
And that is kept inside that lost chest...
Somewhere I had flipped through
The thoughts of Schrodinger.
Wonder, would that rat still alive
Inside that treasure box
Destined to survive with destructive-
Nuclear substance...This is clueless...
We just speculate, or
Live with the Hyphenated-outcomes..
Self consolation is nothing
But that Unusual Smile...
We have mastered it already.
That unusual smile,
Contagious in nature,
makes us feel sad,
Hopeless and disinterested.
That unusual smile,
fetching the high TRP for
News Entertainment Media,
Corporates and Big business houses,
The losses and profits
are being calculated only for
That unusual smile...
No one can escape
from that unusual smile...
We exist for that unusual smile..
Say cheez, And Smile!!!.
I live on the other side of your revenges
I touch your words, learn slangs
And get frozen inside
Those artful revenges
Those skillfully uttered darker words
That neither gives purity nor spiritual depth
That each religion teaches us.
I know, in return you will slap my conceptual core
With one, and then another and then another;
Wiping each goodness left inside
With your humble eloquence
Of a dead soul.
These monsters inside me,
I can’t seem to push them away.
I might as well accept them
Because they say they’re here to stay.
We laugh together, we cry together.
For my soul that died when I lost faith,
Lost faith in people I thought would be there.
I lost faith in people, who said they cared,
I even lost the feeling called fear,
I fear nothing anymore because I’ve been hurt by family,
The ones I thought would have my back
And stay by my side through any crap.
I’m living, but my soul is dead.
Sometimes I hear voices inside my head.
They are there with me through every mood I face,
The monsters inside me just can’t be replaced,
I’m depressed and sad, they hate seeing me this way.
They’re the monsters inside of me and I don’t want to push them away
Cause now I no they love me,
All they want is to see my sadness fade.
My heart is permanently broken,
And it can’t be fixed or replaced.
The monsters inside me are here to stay.
Brimstone & fire
for the liar.
The false accuser
the abuser
Words written & carved in stone
u will die alone perversion consumed
your mind entombed.
Wrong you are with your judgements
& because of this i suffer unfair punishment?Will u ever grow u,p? or do u like being an infant?
Blind 2 ur own mental illness!
Step outside urself if only just this once
rid ur mind of sex & lust
your soul created in hell
a heart too frozen to ever melt.
I guess u'll remain living in your sad ignorant bliss
One thing i truely wish
Is that you would of been honest about yourself
years of mine life & time wasted now
Like my gum you chewed me up & spit me out
Scared, Exhausted, Alone
Scared of your abuse; physically, verbally, and mentally
Exhausted from the stress
Alone; no friends, no one to listen…
A Dead Soul, Cold, Heartless
A dead soul walking this dark world
Cold to the touch
Heartless to emotions…
Degraded, Brittle, Apprehensive
Degraded by your words
Brittle to the bone
Apprehensive to the outcome
Scared of your abuse
A dead soul walking this dark world
Degraded by your words
Exhausted from the stress
Cold to the touch
Brittle to the bone
Alone; no friends, no one to listen
Heartless to emotions
Apprehensive to the outcome