Rain Crimson

May 7, 2022 — 1 Comment
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Despite the sun’s sparkle, the sky remains pewter. 
Everything meets demise except that constant plight.
Life feels like Johnny Cash’s “Hurt” playing on repeat.
Agony and despair, keep swaying in the obscurity of night.
Here I come again, with another attempt to slain.
The demons that take no pity and the noise that never shh!
Slit my veins wide open, take each drop of crimson.
And let the crimson rain onto the void pages
I’m not good at it though, and will never be. 
But my tangled verses, untangle me

Who is to blame?

January 31, 2020 — 8 Comments

At night when everything hides behind the dark veil,
The sins, the regrets, the despair, the apathy, undrape.
As melancholy mixes in the air with every wisp of his cigarette smoke,
An immortal pain starts swaying in the calmness of dark.
And a sharp voice in his head screams,
Who is to blame for your damnation?
Your lurking demons you could never vanquish,
Or that endless curse you believe to be your twin.
The fate that chose to sink its fangs into you,
Or the ghosts from your past that never leaves you.
But he knows, it was him, always him.
With the inborn capability to ruin everything,
His happiness, his life, his love, his peace.
He, who has been held hostage perpetually by the word ‘destruction’, intricately woven under his skin.

Unlove letter-

January 6, 2020 — 7 Comments

Stuck to my soul is that pain, that hurt, I could never slain,
I have departed the air of memories, I could burn all those love notes,
But how can I burn my heart too, the place where you still remain,
Despite constantly telling myself that you don’t own me,
It may take more than a lifetime to stop me from loving you,
Deprived of peace, happiness and life,
My body has now become the worst place to dwell in,
Hard as I try each day, I could not stop writing about you,
But this is the only thing I can do, here’s my unlove letter to you.

One less corpse

August 7, 2019 — 1 Comment

As the moon has unveiled itself in the dark,
All her demons have resumed the slow dance,
With more alcohol than blood in her veins,
She sees her dead dreams wandering in the room,
The dreams she choked with her bare hands,
For the sake of those who abandoned, long gone,
A gunshot and the last stitch to eternal silence,
Suddenly the air turned less stifle, less heavy than before,
As though heaved a sigh of relief,
That there will be one less corpse straying around.

Surrender

July 30, 2019 — 4 Comments

For ages, I have been casting spells to bring back the long-lost sun
I chew off my new skin every time to help escape the sadness that clings
Those people, they tell me to let it out, express that invisible turmoil
So in the attempt of imitating my mind, I scream and scream until I lose my voice
But nothing survives the silence that prevails, devouring everything within
Back then I used to trick myself pretending dead to attain a temporary suspension of pain
Other times I amputate my limbs and pull out all my hair from my scalp
Everything feels the same to my rotten self living through the curse of being alive
And now when the eternal damnation is certain, I have stopped igniting lanterns of hope
I surrender with my arms stretched wide, surrendering my all to the dark side