We are a crude sponge, sucking away on a plethora of emotions, cultures, violence, lust, greed and hate while walking on the year road towards all-consuming eternal oblivion.
We're all spiders spinning complicated webs of lies, confusion, hate, deceit, and betrayal; waiting to trap innocent, malnourished insects. Sometimes in a cruel play of irony, we end up getting caught in the web of another spider.
"But how much is forever?" "Till the time you feel tired and decide to leave me behind and move on..."
Her goodbyes left a deep gash on me. I bleed words now.
"Your tears are powerful missiles. Don't let them destroy you."
“How much does this assault rifle cost?” “Well, we're having a heavy discount this season. Only one-third of your soul and a half of your conscience and you're ready to go.”
12 floors from the ground-
A boy bit his nails in anticipation as his favorite hero battled a dragon.
12 floors below-
A boy bit his nails in futile hopes of taming the dragon spewing violent acid within his belly.
Contrast blazed in the fire.
If you sow madness in your backyard, know that I'm the fertilizer.
If you reap madness, know that I'm the fruit.
On claustrophobic nights, after you toss the last cigarette butt down the toilet and flush it, do you see the newfound frustrations and lost aspirations staring back at you?
You did not leave me hollow
Not even one bit so-
For what was love once; had disappeared
In its place, nothingness lived now-
High and low. High and low.