Don't

[Artwork by Jon Jacobsen]

Don’t exploit my feeling.

I don’t know how worst I would be when I would retaliate back,

To your not so significant approach.

I would just scribble on your face.

Or I may chisel your roots.

My tongue won’t let you hear what I feel but my actions can.

Broken

[Artwork by Ian Hornak]

The demon in me cries for those who leave me dead.

They pulled off the universe beneath my feet, sky above me.

And pushed me off my bed…

The thrust sucked in vacuum, suck out my ego.

I always sought for love, and you gave me more than that.  …more than that.

You cut my throat, salted the wound, and peeled off my skin.

And let go to suffer.

But still the demon cries for you. 

Cross

[Photo by Steoville]

Am drunk

So nothing gets in my head

Better stay away.

Am a bull-headed asshole.

I was wrong with the people who I never ought to meet.

Am crossed with you.

Mannequin

Am a walking mannequin when am out in street.

[Artwork by Salvador Dali]

Unconnected

I feel like I got to make an effort.

Connecting the broken cable,

Twisted and torn away,

I have gone through all the pain, since I couldn’t spell a word.

He, who is true, deserves.

Am holding back with a time bomb,

I will burst up my brain when I touch the copper.

Let me try once,

And I will disappear

Her Fall

And she falls off from the mount.

The tall story that she believed was just a fiction.

She couldn’t hold the white lie.

And she hop’s off the mount again.

Broken hip, Bleeding horn.

She weeps, shedding tears, keening.

And she hop’s off the mount again.

But her bohemian soul still stood there.

Hushed as halcyon era and idyllic. 

Shamelessly

My body glows with the shame of being with you.

I expand and contract as I suck in the poison from your lips.

Bitter enough.

Growl tongue.

And she rips of my jaw.