... hell IS happening...

i feel so wasted and low,
like nothing's worth.
so troubled,
that troubles don't seem wicked
anymore.

so pained,
that now it seems my only escape.
wasted carcasses of wants
hang on hinges,
devoid of their surge of salty rust.
beheaded.
they seem like another plaything
to be used and thrown away.

voices! voices!
voices from an alabaster dream
while it shines flashbulbs in my eyes.
deafening, so imposing,
like a bat's tenderness raped at a concert.

crimson scars decorate the skin
every now, one drips another poison.
screaming, screeching inanimately.
burning in a cold flame of hyssop.
in hysterics over this hysterectomy!
ironical in an unconcealed way...

content in the hollow.
content in wasting away.....

Packed

these walls seem to be closing in.
i'm wanting you.
desiring you so much that it's paining-
somewhere deeper down.
the smoke is playing with my visions.
i feel it entering me.
merging with my breaths.
my breath feels so warm!
or... is it cold outside?

i remember reaching a void just now.
but i didn't even touch myself.
do imaginations, alone, have such power?
i know it shall be the time to stop.
i'm sober... but am i sane?
you're my dope!
does it convey all i wanna say?

with tiny drops falling from the sky,
the thunder seems to fall on my fragility.
i feel trapped in my own labyrinths of immateriality.
life, a big fiasco!

i turn my head upwards
and feel the rain on my tongue.
it tastes sweet, but not sweeter
than the aftertaste of my fags.
yet, even that taste,
is dirt, compared to you!
can't tell you how much i'm wanting
to keep wanting you.
you creep like a gecko
upon the taverna of my desires.

man, you're dope!
and i'm sloshed!
i wanna overdose on you
and let myself be consumed!

a word...

this dingy room, right now,
is clustered with cobwebs from my pasts.
i feel like taking a broom and clean-up.
but i can't.
i just cannot.
happiness is totally spaced out.
i wanna scream!
i wanna scream at all those people
who are aliens to my memory-land now.
this won't hurt.
it shouldn't!

its him... again!
what am i really wanting?
he's so hurting me right now.
i wanna run away from him.
but i'm not sure if i can.
my masochistic tendencies take over.
he was so ethereal.
now he's just another boy-
a regular boy
with dreams of an extraordinary world!
is it possible,
to want and hate someone
at the same time?
why am i even thinking about him?

"LOVE"!!!
oh! right.
what a word!
but just a word.

In Blues

thinking of nothing,
yet something.
some decorated memories
of moments we can't leave behind.
sodomized,
in the rooms which boiled
ripped off our senses
by people in soiled pants...
saying a little prayer
everyday, for them!
god protect the junkyard
and the dunk of mayhem!
strange, how the prayers
bound you and me too...
our brief vents of frustration
in the blues of the loo!!

The MeAL....

the soul ceases where the voices call,
deep from the tunnels of the dark.
scathed victim of a scavenging savageness,
a murdered shriek of a lark.

voice ceases where the storm begins,
in the caves of another Lucifer.
still uncertain in these draconian times,
still unable to fathom what is deciphered.

a saccharine poison flows
from your mouth into the deeps of mine.
eyes shut themselves to avoid
what is inevitable in this time.

to be held hostage in fragility
in the arms of your venomous animosity,
its like the rush is so perfect
in this medium of supple rhyme.

the rush ceases where it burns.
it only leaves the remnants of gory.
flesh still throbs in the impulse
towards the end of my story.
i see you still beaming at me.
can you make the pain go?
you grin your best at your hapless prey.
and forge all there would be to know...

LusT....

the dance is as pleasurable as the want
like serpents entwined in the dust.
layers of profanity rendered useless.
falling deep in the dungeons of rust.
it trickles till the curve of my spine
the sweat that dresses this moment.
the nape of his neck smells like musk
with beads of a sinful thirst.
the lips forgot all words
talking the acts of the must.
the contours are touched and forgotten
like abandoned causes of disgust.

it rains a different rain
as angels fall from the cusp
dance with me this dance you yearn
like a forgotten dance of our lust.

its good to see the "love" combust
and become profound like it used to be.
fall like the leaves fall
to land uncertain in distrust
dance how your instincts have guided
dance free...
dance the lust.

Eclipse

its as still as a graveyard
the forest hasn't dropped its cloak.
the birds are deep in their deathly slumber,
the owl twisting in the old oak.
the mist blows like the stream,
only the sound is that of a drizzle.
like caravans of abandoned gypsies,
drops cover what's not their territory!

the silver light floods through the still.
not a movement of the worms.
the snake entwined with the creeper,
like awaiting its joyous scum!

the light fades,
the disc becomes a crescent.
the fog makes faces.
darkness is welcomed with muted gasps,
the holy waters, the only sound.

its no diamond ring,
but just a band of platinum
upon the cold fingers of the night...