Lost

I have lost myself,
unknowingly through time,
I remember my state of mind,
raw, soft, patient and full of wonder,
I long to slip back into my lost youth,
the only time in my life I truly felt satisfied,
as I roam in this lost desert I never intended to set foot on,
I could only but cling onto the few memories of my yester-years.

Addiction

He became an addiction
Then he was an obsession
Soon he's my possesion
In the end, he taught me a lesson

Some people should be shot

I can’t sleep, as I lay awake and remembered that day.
As I stare at the moon, I wonder if life is gonna be better.
My soul was crushed on that single night of passion.

I search helplessly for answers as to why I did it.
Although it is staring at my face.

I feel the pain as the ecstasy seeps through my veins.
My blood smells bad and my lips cracked.

I can’t clean my soulless body anymore.
I have lost myself in this wilderness of filth.
I have become part of the filth.

You remind me of what I have become.
You can only stare at this filth you created.

My hopes and dreams were high when I met you.
But you turned out to be an actor, on my stage.

What happened to the days when we used to trust each other.
Empty words and unfulfilled promises were your tools.

How dare you crush me !
How dare you tempt me !

I will never feel peace.
Until the day, I stood up to my shame.

I will shoot you.
Shoot you with guilt, till you feel numb.
Numb from the very moments you blackened the white sheet.

You will die of a slow death.
A death so filthy, no dog dares to sniff.

The fire you lit will only die, once you have bleached the blackened sheet.

Craving

I crave for this angel,
This angel whose darkness rivals mine.

We no longer kill one another,
But kill those who heartlessly ignore our relentless pleas.

In space, the stars are no nearer,
They just glitter like a morgue.

And I dreamt I was the undertaker,
Taking my own life,
Consuming those who created me to this angel of darkness.

We have become commercials to our destiny,
Bestowing to those superior to us,
Denying us of our own thoughts.

Let not reality detach us from ourselves,
Detach us from what is being presented.

But I’m not detached,
Nothing heals and nothing grows.

The roar in my belly

The roar in my belly.
Feels like its smelly.

All those yellow substances prancing about.
An equivalent to a trout.

Its heaty down that area.
Signs of a diarrhoea.

Relieve washed me after the release.
Now pass me the air freshener please!

The bowl fused green toxic gases.
The flowers died in the vases.