I find myself in that dark abyss Cruel, malefic, and conscious I know not what I'm writing The purpose or the reason There's no escape route visible Clamouring for breath Screams muffled into whimpers My head hurts— A lot Oh it hurts, it hurts, it hurts I haven't seen love If it's meant to be seen I haven't felt love If it's meant to be felt I haven't tasted love If it's meant to be tasted What is love? I heard, the first glimpse into this rare jewel Is given by the primary caregivers I know not who they are Are they those two bodies— The ones screaming behind the screen The air heavy with a charge That doesn't feel positive Is this love? Then I have ample I see them while I play with Jojo and Mojo It's always those dramatic flailing of arms The crude expressions- theatrical They call me expressive Probably got it from my mother They call my articulation grave Probably got it from my father They see me debating on stage Say I have it in me- a gif...
Scarlet letter and blotted fingers; A paper and it's art across the wrist; Trust is only textbook: A mere convention like patriarchy; But not quite, is it? While one flourished, the other- Well, Bacon couldn't with his epigrams Convince. A diamond, sure is; And I had been greedy. I fell for the aqua eyes, which Under the sun, hid a patch of forest, Under the dim candle or The red luminescent in my apartment Revealed some browns worth mining; Quite a hidden paradise, I assumed. Huh! only infested with rodents; And I joined the club, only My teeth were blunt. And I donated my eyes to your prior. All my clothes are burnt- You've worn them all. I might even borrow one from a serpent, But then I would be wearing you. I was no Holmes, I didn't want to be I simply wanted one HOME I found that in your sandalwood musk In your.. your.. You. I found the truth and Pearl is dented and now I prefer- Flowers...