Sometimes I feel like I'm wearing a crown.
Othertimes I feel like I want to shutdown.
Give me what I need,
that special kind of seed.
The one where I get lost and can't be found.
Affection for you I can't undo,
Adhered to you like a tattoo.
I'm a substitute, I know.
Hard for me to let-go.
Painful to dry the ink you dipped into.
Psychiatrist Eric Berne states in his book *** in Human Loving that "Some say that one-sided love is better than none, but like half a loaf of bread, it is likely to grow hard and moldy sooner."
The deceased piling up in battle,
Enough blood to fill more than one barrel.
Crows pillage the scene,
Nibbling on their cuisine.
From a distance you can hear them cackle.
Inspired by Vasily Vereshchagin's "The Apotheosis of War" painting.
It was hard for you to say "Goodbye",
Easy for you to turn a blind eye.
Things we did together,
Things you didn't treasure.
Our time as one was a fateful demise.
It has been there for days, wasting away.
Bugs are summoned by the smell of decay.
Furry growth in a moist state,
Buzz, buzz, buzz all over the Charolais.
Just imagine if I disappeared,
Would your memory of me be blurred?
Rusting away in your mind,
Leaving me behind.
A face you had known, a name you had heard.
The house I live in serves no purpose.
Dry, cracked and irritated surface.
Scratching and itching.
A liberating mission
to unpave the layers of burden.
They share hollow thoughts, they're just clones,
Harbouring a plague of bloodthirsty tones.
Spreading their deadly sins.
Motivated by the cries and moans.
Raw landscapes shape the far distance
Brutal terrain tests our endurance
A greeting with coldness
A sheet of fog invites us
Raw landscapes welcome us with silence.
Satellite dishes line the sky
Sending signals and on standby
Can't see the horizon
Many buildings rising
Concrete jungle horrify
The motion that is an echo of you
are the ghosts that bear resemblance to you.
The state of absence floods internally,
Overflows out of every aperture,
Absorbing the entire anatomy.
Bloodstains staring back at me,
Illuminating every part warmly.
Blanketing the entire floor,
Ingrained into each pore.
Disinfect to a high degree.
A portrait of you I found somewhere,
Your eyes had an abstracted glare.
Why do I keep this?
Maybe to reminisce.
A time I caved into your snare.
Now and again it can be painful,
The friction from you can be fatal.
Organs made to measure,
We bridge together.
Like when we were young being playful.
Under this skin devoid of substance,
The days are a joyless existence.
Dispatch the sleeping pill,
Shelter me from ill will.
Slip away without resistance.
Attached like muscle tissue,
Exchanging our ****** dew.
Danger, high blood pressure,
Our flesh and bones leave red residue.
Known him for a very long time,
Our relationship started sublime.
My weakness for a man,
Is an ****** ban.
Our intimacy regarded a crime.
They wrote "Go back to your own country".
And said I look like a monkey.
They treat me like taboo,
a mindless point of view.
But with all the odds I still pull-through.
It came very late at midnight,
Evolving like a parasite.
Twist and bend and inverse,
This mind gets too perverse.
My body craves fresh appetite.
You like to make us feel out-of-place.
Consider yourselves the master race?
You hate and you fear,
But we won't disappear.
Because we are in everyplace.
Down here, it is dark and damp,
Like a Concentration camp.
No more desire to discover,
as darkness has declared every colour.
My duration is close to descend,
No desistance from this decline.
The decision to disembark,
Means no more bloodline.
Don't delay my departure...
I can't see...
It's getting darker.
The walls are thin, too anorexic,
Trembles like an epileptic.
In my echo chamber,
I can hear them stutter.
Inner voices apoplectic.
You see my face and race comes first.
I walk around and I feel cursed.
You greet me with "Ni hao!",
expect me to take a bow?
I filled the bathtub; go in headfirst.
Writing poems is always the best way to let off steam.
Their bodies, in a state of carnage.
Their organs are used as hostage.
Can't move, can't scream, in pain, in *******.
Curtains are drawn, the days shorten.
the leaves fall,
Soon I will descend,
nearer to the end.
In the ground, I will be forgotten.
Pulsates a beat to animate.
Weak when there is a slow heart rate.
Within the rib cage,
this is the final stage.
Only time will tell to terminate.
A land abused in disrepair.
The void is empty, not much there.
so many to mourn.
People are blind, they're unaware.
Crimson red is all that I see.
Anatomy displayed carefree.
Say goodbye to your family tree.
The troubles buried deep in past.
Life doesn't look like it will last.
Finding a way-out,
His final check-out.
May the other-side be a contrast.
Darkness haunts when I'm all alone.
Feeling like the Antarctic Zone.
drift in open ocean.
Drowning body, this tomb I disown.
In the dark they're determined.
Little mutters of feral sermons.
Creeping up within me,
Feeling very beastly.
Countless voices full of vermin.
— The End —