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Paranoia

I’m awake again to adorn my world

Red, again with my slaughtered desires!
My screams will give myself away;
No more tears—I set them on fire!

Hope quiets, a page sighs;
A crimson pen cladding ink of gore;
To witness life, in my withered veins;
If my soul would breathe, again.

Dead strikers, sad queens, toss won, game lost,
All ladders; labyrinths to snakes;
I, a coin thrown in toss of love,
A dice thrown; a card hunted again.

Night stabbing my eyes, rain pinching the corpse;
Restless my heart; smoke and ashes again,
A blizzard of thought’s; I’d be blown away,
Secured; in pain’s arms again.

Prayers the razors, promises the stains,
Who I kill within; you kill me again,
Erasing all signs of love and life;
My statue surrenders; it dies again.

A love song I do not write;
No chords, I play again.
Hanging to death, your last whisper,
I sentence myself to death again!

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