Babble…

You must bleed

And bleed, until

Your veins run dry

Your skin tears apart

Your flesh twists and turns

The salt in your eye blinds you

The saliva in your mouth

Drowns you

The darkness of your shadow

Takes over you

And turns you into a

Wooden puppet

Which must dance upon

the tune of

night and day

yes and no

passion and obsession,

the conflict must not end

the chaos must continue

the poison must infect

every single inch of your flesh

while you get drunk

and ponder upon

what next

not knowing

you have been robbed of your own

self,

being a prisoner

and, made an addict

you could only

fancy your

wild imaginations

and display it

grand, and vague

while your own fears

laugh at you

mock you

dump you

forget you

forever

leaving behind

no trace of

you and your

so called

corrupt intellect, alas!”

Praveen Parasar

20/01/2018