Curse

You are a curse
life scarred.
Mine.

If i could kill
I would.
You.

I didn't deserve
this;anhilition
of feelings.

I won’t question
Time passed.
Vengeance.

Sweet nemesis.
Knife in the back,
I walk.

Each tear restrained
will flood
your world.

You are a curse.

Cold night.

Cold;frigid night,
innate spite.
chaos;numb,
senses succumb.
lost;obtuse,
painful abuse.
such is the night.

Questions;infinite,
emotions fight.
clue less;such,
no one to clutch.

To Feel;or not,
vicious plot.

Love;mine,
i should go.
solemnly;know.
i loved;to fall,
death's call.

What I've Become.

Colours have lost Colours,Songs have lost music.
World seems uninteresting. Faith remains useless.
Hope has no more meaning left.
Such is life.
No wanting,
no expectations,
no feelings,
numbness.

Is it the end of life, or beginning of a new one.
Petrifying it is.
Courage seems to dwindle each second.
Vices remain; Virtues inexplicable.


Physically drained,mentally hollow. The state of affairs tormented by reality.

What I've become.

Gone Soon.

Metaphors falling less

to describe the pain,distress

Each second, an assault

bringing eupnea to halt

Pain permeating with air

i inhale,unrelenting despair

Severity is such,intense

blood clogged,senses fenced

Organs failing,choices marred

burning flames,life charred

Palpitations at speed unknown

to pieces, heart will be blown

And it seems,never-ending

time ticking,and its ascending

Lost hope,and myself too

i'd be gone soon,minutes few.

Soul Burns.

Let it burn tonight

no constraint,no fight

The soul has to go

in flames,wounds glow

Torment validated

an oneiric land,abetted

To wish and wish more

only to go bloody sore

The fire will be just

burning, soul under crust

With no remains,no trace

and no dreams to chase

The bloody game will stop

no lesions,heartbeats drop

Its in flames tonight

the soul,and it dies

Contemplating..

Contemplating suicide

never too easy

a lot, tried

of life,queasy..

Reason not one

undermine flesh

far under yon

millions enmesh

Self-fix mechanism ceased

weakness possessed

soul deceased

hollowness distressed..

Choices marred

declared cipher

what if scarred

death-term;than a lifer..

Black Smoke..

Wanting to live in smoke

blurring the vision

diluting the reality

and losing presicion..

Its too much chaos

as life moves on

obscured all the time

passing each milestone..

So such would be the life

in the dense black smoke

nothing would be visible

no thoughts to provoke..

Inhaling and exhaling

would seem same

not like what prevails

exhaling anger;inhaling blame..

Soaking myself in smoke

all senses at hault

wounds not felt

nor any assault..