The RODENT that i AM

to dig a grave in the name of a furrow-
the appeal of darkness,
the discovery of a new life in the black.
eyes adjust to suit what's not!

another mundane presence of shimmer-
the rays of a gleaming pretension.
a smoke fills the very existence of insanity.
a new isthmus with no base to hold.
peeping out to see a day begin.
the body offends the hands of the clock.
the tedious hedonism of hunger,
provoking an assault over the dogma.

silent words screaming in deaf ears
the map leads to wrong dungeons
of a possibility more lethal than sanity.

beatification of the swollen limbs,
sadism takes over the remaining senses.
the morgue of buried hopes,
is full of the stench of rotten desires.
staggering back to the safe place, "home",
the dagger pierces hard to the core.
dropped ears to silence the dimming quiet,
sleep deprived, it feels another life!

The man who became Christ

to see the hollow like you do
is a different sarcasm than the one i'm used to
to feel the jilt in the blossoming flower,
anything to find a rainbow of black and blue..
parasitical leeches curving on the bend
of remorse, over unending quarrels of hinges,
over unending issues of a saccharine venom.

In the beautiful fangs of the unyielding traitor,
the chasm stretches to become the cusp.
i drink with an insatiable hunger,
the pain of the one who values it more than me.
above the toll bell of the ironic church towers
he stands purged with dripping blood of the man
who was abandoned just when he needed an accomplice.

The graveyard screams extend their chorus into the ears of
your "Christ", the "Jehovah" who was traded in the altars of zilch.
he stands by the gates of disgust with a bowed head.
i sit by the heels of the man who was sold
i drink the sweet venom pouring out of his wounds
he fulfills me in a way that only makes me more thirsty
and i fulfill him to make me feel abandoned the same way.

Protective

he craved,
so aggravate
he waited for the moment to come.
the moment came
and passed away.
he sat in the remains of his dictum.
the smell like flowers,
an insatiable urge.
forcibly contained within the remaining sanity.

she felt like a power.
too magnetic to escape.
she lent and bent nearer to her cage.
her heart flipped
her senses fled
nothing for the refuge or for help.
a leap too miscalculated.
a liaison so enthralling
the risk became the reason for a fairytale living.

the bounty so profound.
the desires so purged.
the cure of the hyssop
and it resulted in a burn
she sat with shattered pieces
to wait for him to return...

WASH

like the blood of clouds
it bleeds on me.
drenches me.
purges me.
it doesn't matter
whether i wanted it,
yearned for it,
waited.

in a flood of purity
i wash my sadism.
Pray, tell me not
what am i missing
Coz, i know not what.

it plays softly in my hair.
tells me things.
soothes despair.
this wind blowing gently,
all in me.
carrying me.

it rains and rains.
it rains in me.
i wish it won't stop
until it floods in me.
let it be my thirst
let it be my cure
let it be my want
and let it be more!

Forsaken

don't look at me.
don't come out 'n' open
keep hiding
behind those clouds opaque
even if i know u can see me
i don't want you to know
that even i can break
even i can look inside
and find another
worthless waste inside me.

there's something wrong.
isn't it?
you can see
but can you feel?
i don't see.
i don't know.
but its like there is
this dead butt
stubbed in my head.
and it still curls smoke...
remains of the last fag.

No! don't look at me.
i'm ragged and so withered.
i'm a downer in the deep.
i feel i'm so doomed.
i feel like on a razor
with edges that shall cut me.
i feel Forsaken.

Blind at a Stop

she sits on her throne
of thorns, of limbs
and of the bones
of the ones
she never cared about
as if it never dawned on her
that even others have a heart
that can be hurt
or be broken.
she sat in her airs
and felt nothing amiss
even if it all was
barren and deserted.
she sat in blithe ignorance
that it was bleeding
that it was stinking
that it would be
the darkest of herself
she sat in utter ego
for she wasn't aware
of anything beyond
the end she was approaching
she sat, for she didn't care
she sat as if it was all fair
she sat along this nightmare...

In / Sane

what's not sane
about bein' Insane?
sayin' the things
you always felt like sayin'?

whats Insane
about bein' not sane?
playin' a game
you never thought of playin'?

through the nerves
it runs pure pain
failin' to tame
under cheap cocain
around the move
somethin' bleeds again
crushed and writhered
all gone in vain...

whats so sane
to numb the pain?
to try bein' sober
in gross disdain?

what's not sane
about bein' Insane!?!