Tears streaked down his cheeks,
Why didn't they realize it hurt.
It started with a single word.
"Useless" and they killed him.

Days turned into months.
Yet his tormentors didn't let him go.
Angry, bitter, afraid and left alone,
Like arrows, the words began to pierce his soul.

Weak. Stupid. Idiot. ****.
The voices in his head,
Were no longer his friends.
Useless filth why not end it?

Left alone, with those brutal voices.
With those horrible fears,
Alone with those terrible words,
He took to the blade.

He watched the blood leave his veins,
His skin grow cold and pale.
USELESS. USELESS. USELESS.
Carved forever on his skin.

No goodbyes, no more horror.
After having written down,
All the secrets he could spill,
Before dosing on a dozen sleeping pills.

The city of my heart, one which had closed its doors long ago.
Stands with shattered ruins cloaked in the miasma of my dread.
The forges which had gone out long ago,
Have rekindled flames burning bright.
Resurrected hope flutters against the bleak backdrop,
Its wings burning bright against the smoke.

I look at you and smile.
You look at me and gaze into my soul.
Healing it.
I want to ask you to stop,
If you look into the abyss,
The abyss shall look into you.
But my protests are silenced,
Rendered mute by the touch of your lips.
You smirk, knowing the power you hold over your knave.

Slowly, your taste sets my senses on fire,
A fire which is feral.
For a brief moment I am whole again,
Yet we must part to take a breath.
You smile and hold me in your embrace,
All shall be well, you whisper in my ear.

A thousands paths lay untrodden,
What does the never ending future hold?
All I want is that we continue our journey,
Our journey towards that eternal dream.
And never truly let go.

Maybe if the Gods grace me their favor,
Maybe we'll slip into the darkness together.
On the same breath we'll leave our mortal shells.
To be one forever more.

You've opened a door in my heart,
One I didn't know was there.
I'm here on the edge again,
Don't let me go.
In the warmth of your embrace,
I know I'm finally home.

A low grumbling noise,
Awakens the poor child,
Afraid he clutches his rags,
Alone he whimpers softly,
Trying not to wake up his dad.
Abu wasn't nice, he smelled,
And Ammi called him d-r-u-n-k.
The growling grew near,
It haunted him every night.
It kept a distance,
Yet still made him shiver from fright.
Two bright suns, the eyes of a demon,
Race past him, parting the puddles,
S-p-l-a-s-h
No longer dry, he stares blankly into the dark,
Sobs and crawls back under the plastic sheet,
Crawls back into his home.
Next to his house,
Is a glitzy place.
He has seen the Gods visit the place.
Not the ones Ammi took him to meet,
But the ones who had bones and flesh.
At times they threw nibbled ambrosia at him,
He was too hungry to comprehend the word leftovers.
Yet on his final night there was no food,
There was no omen.
No comet marked the death of those forsaken by their stars.
Two eyes blinded him,
The rest broke his petite form.
A God steps out, leans over his broken form, spits,
And cleans the filth, his blood off the hood.
An elder man looms over his broken form,
His eyes displaying a nonchalant sadness.
The God turns to his slave,
"Bansilal, you were driving the car."
And then to perhaps, himself,
"****** beggars, don't they have anyplace else to live?"

There are some days I stand in the sunlight, bathing and basking in The light,
There are some days I remember the songs which played in my childhood,
There are some nights I read all that I have ever wrote.
And then I write again.
I bleed out my soul,
Convert our essence into words.
When I finish, I stand up and say,
**** it all and set our love on fire.
With the burning paper, I feel my heart burn as well.
I stare into the darkness, waiting for it to swallow me whole.
And you have every right to be scared
Cause some nights when I kiss you it's all lust,
When I touch you there is no love.
I ask you to lock me up,
Chain me down,
Darling if you love me, why do you let me hurt you so?
Oh my god have I made you blind?
Can you not see your tears?
Oh my god have I made you deaf
Can you not hear the fanfare as I cut my wrists?
Trumpets blowing as I bleed.
There are some nights we dance,
A dance of pain.
Oh my god save me,
Save us,
Save her? From me at least?
I dare not look inward for the solution.
Oh my God help me?

I'll tell you a story instead.
Mind you, it's a short story and gets horribly dull at times.
It's about a boy. His name is irrelevant, because his true name was dreary, dull and quire big. So more often than he made friends, he assumed names. Slowly,  burdened by the brunt of all that he was, he lost sense of who he truly was.
And then suddenly, the darkness grew tangible, swallowing him, churning everything positive into nothingness, extinguishing all the specks of light and hope he clung to, replacing it, replacing him with an abyss.
And then he was truly no longer the boy he was. To be honest, he wasn't even human anymore. Self pity stripped him of his conscience and his rage defiled his humanity. He was no more than a woven shadow, a psyche whose malicious intent was so honed that his character became a sharp blade of cold Stygian iron, forged to inflict misery.
And one night, the boy who was slumbering in the depths of the abyss woke up, to find himself alone on a hill of fresh corpses.
No more he swore.
In the name of those who suffered for the sins their race had committed, he swore that he'd change, he'd be the stranger who never stayed, an intercession in times of crisis, he'd become the boy who ran to save the lives he had no connection to.
But unfortunately, the dead told tales and the blood on his hands would never disappear. Even though he was there for people, few were there for him. And every time he lowered his defenses and allowed himself the luxury of a liaison, the world would cruelly remind him that he was merely to be tolerated. Cast out of the lives of the people he once thought he could love, he kept on running away. Imposing a self exile, he lost things that he could not even comprehend. And he's still running. Because humanity always tries to make good of its promises. Running and hoping that someday, he'd become a proper story.

You made me forget,
Forget the demons I once was.
Holding you in my arms,
What will happen to me if I forget you?
Specks of stardust,
The universe expressing itself.
How is it that we fit so close,
Snuggling into each others arms?

The stars, they might be hiding from us tonight,
But I know they're watching us.
Tiny flickers of hope and joy,
The lights we are looking for in our lives.

Happiness always comes with a price.
Joy cannot be understood without sorrow.
Standing next to you seemed so natural to me,
That I can't believe that you're gone.

I have wept only as many tears as many could flood my eyes,
After that I waited for the scarlet sunrise.
Something that will continue forever from now on,
A world without you, ashen, dull and grey.

Wounds which can never be healed,
Left upon bruised skin.
Sometimes the pain is renewed when,
I hear your melodious laugh.

Happiness can only be realized when,
It ceases to exist forevermore.
I have only one wish,
To see you once again like before.

Standing under the weeping sky,
Molested by the blowing breeze.
How much time must pass before the rain,
Freezes the tears flowing down my cheeks?

Each time I draw breath,
The shattered glass pierces my lungs.
This intriguing world,
Grows ever more distant

I can never say good bye to you.
Yet you never gave me the choice to.
Cut me off and erased me.
I cling on now painfully.

How much must I scream,
For my cries to pierce,
The veil of your indifferent silence?
These cries have no aim or hope.

A glimpse.
An exquisite glance at your beautiful smile.
Why won't you grace me with the divine melody,
Of your voice?

Back then I remember,
The nights I spent in the comfort of your company,
Till you decided to leave me alone,
What did I do so terribly wrong?

I stand alone under a full moon,
Trapped by the intoxicating desolation of the empty night.
I watched stars fade out and die,
Disappear into the void, consumed,
By suffering and sadness, woe and misery.
I opened my arms, let the shadows eat out my heart,
Let the oblivion fill my soul, with each breath I took.
My eyes, alas, could not shed a single tear,
They had burned out.
Yet the air around me shimmered with a haze,
A haze of pain, of silent screams and horror unexpressed.

I touch the warm embrace of fire,
Let the flames touch my defiled skin,
I watch in awe as the fire accepts what the world so desperately rejects,
Let the dancing fingers envelop my flesh,
I watch as I die,
Rotting inside and out,
I ride the Darkness,
I feast on solitude,
I thrive on the wine of loneliness.
Is it only pain that keeps me alive?

Why couldn’t you have left me,
Why did you have to interfere?
You could have let me stand underneath the full moon,
Watched me howl and drown myself in despair,
Let me unravel and fade away,
Slowly into the darkness of the night.

Why did you have to step in,
And turn around my life?
The illusion of a better tomorrow,
Is a trap that you lured me in.
The bitter poison of an emotion best caged,
Is the one that you exposed me to.

Yet even now,
As I learn to live as a shade again,
As I howl at the full moon,
I realize these are bitter rants,
On a withered soul.
A warrior is most vulnerable when he is injured,
And the one who saves his life,
He is indebted to that one.
He pledges not only his sword,
But also his soul.
Yet the saviour,
How is it any different for her?
Her task is to save, not to nurture.

At times I confess,
The follies that are part of me,
The bane of being human,
Force me to find recluse in solitude,
Away from the squabbles of mortal men,
Who fight for things immaterial,
Spurning things that they should endevour to have.
Alas, it shames me not,
That solitude at times,
Rejuvenates some hidden part of myself,
A resevoir refilled, replenished.
I spend my time alone,
Listening to the solitary wind,
Or to the beats of some bard’s song,
Uncovering meaning in both.
But I must admit there are times,
When I watch lovers entwined in a casual embrace,
Or a child’s loving gaze at his parent,
And realization strikes me.
Although I like being alone at times,
The wine of loneliness bitters my withered soul.