I feel as though my mind is bleeding,
my heart screams run
but only crevasses of my bones hire out to walk
to find junctions in the sky
with dancing lateral stars
and moons of words only I begin to know,
they say that mind over matter
is how we survive in the world
but if your mind is polluted with evils that destroy your blood
haemolysing it so far, your own skin can’t contain you.
then tell me.
tell me what is my worth?
my mind has become bruised
from the ink which drops so effortlessly
from the trinket which holds death
and as death is the only that is promised to us
why do I fear it so much
my mind has become mute
to the lessons learnt
the antenna that is my eye
enjoys to witness how I dance with the devil
the frivelous moons watch with their heads turned high
in disgust to what has become of me
the suns which I used to praise at my feet
have become dusts made by lights and angelic leaves
only for me to disentragrate at the corruption of my own hands
my mind is white noise
a dome full of uneven intensities
of frequencies which hurt the ear,
not from the sound,
but from the pain it soars endlessly.
I am a posionous being.
and I am so sorry I destro