with a desperate illness,
and all lonely again.
staring, or never
by the side of my pale faced lover.
half of my heart will be in heaven with you,
haunt me to see you a little more,
am dying because of you,
because your dead
i cannot think
my mind is poison
consuming me from the inside
he wanders off on its own and goes to places so far
places no man should think of
travels thousands of miles in seconds
Only to come back with more questions about death, love, lust and life presumably .
I can’t catch up
a tempest of sentiments wrapped up in a knot inside my head
a hex to make me nuts
my mind has two demons, dark and light
all in a rat race
and the final reward is a heartache
am a caricature of thoughts
my head is a dark place
darkness falls upon my mind
I have a mind that truly can’t be tamed.
The cross i bear on my shoulders,
I have designed it out of my own soul suffering
It presses hard on me
Like the beats of death, as I rage with pain down and broken to the floor, still I find ecstasy and ask for mo
Crucify me, nail me with my legs up(upside down)
The pain seems sweeter here
Let the world condemn my own sins,
All I need is to be pinned on the cross for all the shit I have done
Let someone later own, put me down
Peel off this pathetic sinful skin of mine
Leaving me dry bone,
This not to launch your hate on me, but show me how much u love me
Don’t pity me, be the reaper of death
The demon of fury
So I may lose blood of sin
Lust, pride, anger, guilt,
Nobody wanted to get more fucked up than me. I got my dream job with an amazing organization.
When I got the gig — I knew I would be overworked and underpaid presumably but neither of that to my despair, i just don’t really care. It was just the time when dad usually asked me whether i would make it with being alone, having a career and manning up one time.
It was a Friday, a great time to restore my settings back to the normal to that of intoxication and to satisfy and cover up for night of insomnia dreading the cold room. Maybe demons linger to give me company
My words were slurred, i swayed uncontrollably exuberantly to the open road waiting for a taxi to warrant a smooth ride home.
A taxi pulled my way
The passenger who with me reeked of alcohol, overly friendly as she muddled how i am good looking . Her bag made the sound of bottles headlong against each other.
The driver was tailgating as closely followed the vehicle in front of us as his head drooped ebulliently speaking boorishly lewdly to everyone.
WE ARE ALL DRUNK IN HERE
Everyone had their stops. At every stop, I prayed that the air would carry us closer to the freedom of souls. I would release my fury to every drunk in the taxi and would be cleansed from their sins
The driver would excuse himself to the bush as the looser replenish himself as he retched whatever cheap drink, local brew or kitoko he had.
I realized a drunk of a driver had taken longer routes as i skirmished on to my watch to check for the time.
Finally i reach home.
I callously doff as i survey my empty room. Damn to this headaches fatigue
“If getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.”
she had lips of an angel, kisses of the devil
She is a gal, an angel to some, of celestial power and beauty to me
To some, she fell to this realm, to me she’s my darkest desire
Her beauty imprisons me like the chains of death
The gracious enraptured eyes,
The succulent lips, Ooh my,
enslave me with lust
She haunts me in my darkest dreams,
This is my reality, to some a dark fantasy
The voluptuous body,
Forces me to love from a distance..
This is my devil..
Possession of a demon that whispers in my ear,
As I make promises that no man can keep..
The Angel of mine…
I can’t get her out of my head,
Her beauty is deeply rooted in my thoughts
Stronger than death,
Am enslaved to a stranger
Betrothed to her, tho noz nothing about me
She knows not me,
Where the devil at,
Would bring 1000 men to yo chalice of sacrifice
If, and if u drop a thought of me in her head,
Even to just look at me..
Eyes that if I wrote of, ages to come would say this poet lies,
Her succulent lips,
The heavenly beauty, that even the devil desires
She’s just mine in my fantasy dreams