The loneliness is creeping back in.
And the negative energy seems to be filling me up to the brim.
Why the **** did i have to have so much hope.
I should have known it would have only been a matter of time until i choke.
You made me see how beautiful it can be to feel something.
But you walked away like everything was nothing.
Maybe i was blind, maybe you knew the game you wanted to play.
Every aspect of my life feels like a sick charade.
Deception around every corner and everyones in on the play.
I'm so sick of getting caught up in the middle of everyones games.
I guess i'm stuck overthinking because you won't let me back in.
But i know i would be happier if you would just talk to me again.

They say that the people in your life
crosses your path for a reason.
That everything is an epitaph;
carved forever, shapes you into a person.
I suppose it's true. My journey is a drive;
passing by houses filled with antidotes and poison.

Cause honey when I think of you,
I think of cuts and bruises;
I think of gaping wounds, skin turning blue.
These are the things my mind chooses
to remember, even if it's not entirely true.
I try to change my mind but it refuses.

When I think of you, I try to remember
the good moments we had. Like laughing,
embracing, midnight talks together.
Tell me why do I only remember lashing,
hurting, being worried that I'm an offender?
You'll always be the villain in my story telling.

I suppose everyone has an expiry date.
After some time your insides began to rot.
My craving for you turned to bitter hate.
I threw you away because loving you, I could not.
See, all these thoughts of you, made me afraid.
And you were my life's biggest lesson ever taught.

-m.b

my past self was afraid
that letting you go
meant letting go of
a piece of myself.

I wish I could tell her:
that is how you will
finally
Find Yourself.

Lately
We don't know how to love
without a war

We are most passionate
on the battlefield

We speak in bullets
and every argument
becomes an explosion

I walk in a barren field
passing soldiers of our past
laying
burning
dying

I watch the corpses of my happiness
turn to ash

I watch us destroy the "we"
we worked so **** hard
to create.

Take me to a place,
Where promises meet the efforts,
Where sorrow meets the words.
Where complaint meets the conscience.
Where adulthood meets the innocence.
Where sufferings rhyme,
Where, even the the broken soul doesn't whine.
Where celestials I find solace in,
Where stellar healing is the ointment to each suffering.
Where tears stream yet soul doesn't haze,
Where in an open field of optimism my soul does graze.
Where happiness needs no reasons,
Where her loving tippet warms you in all the seasons.
Where the best thing I could befriend is my solitude,
Where the song of merry has no interlude.
Where every expression and word indubitably seem real,
That's the heaven or hell where the soul longs to indwell.

Devilling in sick deluded splendor our white masters of life

The ****** sages of the universe and the galaxy beyond

Sadists gurgling blood and shroud deans of demons of strife

your porous bones adorn Lucifer's altar draping in shades blond

The muse holds your putrid tongues will blunt Satan's knife

While he awaits to cavort with you in his molten lava pond



Your inglorious felicities find favour with cloying darkness rife

you twirl, twist and dance with the hemlock ed desires spawned

In the craven where you and your lost off springs harbour grief

poisonous festered minds meets judgment as the Devil yawned

thousands of you in for a thousand more sated years without relief

and white noise turns in thunderous refrain of flamed souls pained