Into the pool

It's a complete dark epilogue as someone passed by
The vibrant light he holds, haunted was my passerby
Running an algorithm from top to bottom, senile were my eyes
Dilated my pupils being baffled and wounded, just couldn't see the serpentine
Silently I grasped the silence as expensive noise flooded limelight
Running in the rush of truce, I was in an ambush so quite
So quiet as not to even utter a word, only the jingling rattles
As the communication wasn't verbal surely not even sane
Sillhoute faces dense and viscous, do judge and call me insane
All my fears together at once, once in the masquerade of everything I loved
The spiders creeping over my head close was the web of lust
Slithered the snakes of greed, echoes of all that hurts
Hsh.... the grip is something which can't be understood only felt
Feel all the wrongs you have made, feel the ripples of sins you create
Feel your cherished breath faithfully breaking away
As your temperature drops as your body turns cold and pale
I present you the perfect frustrations of all I present you all the affection you ever craved
One more than you can sustain, one more than you begged
One I'll command you to vomit only to be fed again and again
Face it you liar, face it mister slave
Estrange is possession of soul, and yes it's a filthy game
We both are sadists, I under dominance you under bondage
Soon my shadow overshadows yours and yours thirsty to overshadow mine
A lot can happen between now and never, let's toss the coin
Peer deep into the misery, thirsty is the pool of death
Where reptiles latch, Where they slink and crawl
Where you'll suffer and mourn
Don't think twice, slit your neck
Until the sense of insufferable gloom pervade your spirit
Let them taste your blood, let them feel the venom
Jump into the drama of unknown, let the universe resonate and reciprocate
It's ok to be eaten, It's ok to be tortured
It's ok to be annihilated, It's ok to make new friends
It's ok to be you and it's ok to explore the carnival of pain
Answer me my companion to hell, aren't we dead from ages
Lonesome as living, you with the trigger and I the bitterness

By- Kshitij Sinha
27/8/2017


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