Golden ticket

Varied lover of the suns and the skies,

Your mysterious smirk has forced me to go astray,

I search for light in the depths of the abyss,

I find you in the cosmos of the heaven above,

I cry out your name,

I shout out your fame,

In the back of my head there is something sinister,

Something that is clandestine,

Something that is worth the pain,

I measure your love in terms of your actions,

I lost myself,

Which costed my life,

You sensed my despair and let it go,

You did not change your course,

You loved me with force,

There were heaps of sorrow on the shoulders of my affair,

Legend says my love is your golden ticket;

A ticket to success, luck and grief.

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T.W

I walked on the roads of the fallen angel

To ease my pain and light up my sorrow

I cried on the pits of hell this morning

To let the flames burn inside my body

This treaty with the devils has put me to ease

I’m a narcissist like never before

I make no sense, I make no sense

This life is a delusion and there’s no escape

It’s just a labyrinth of misery and gore

I have a blade I have a gun

I need to make a choice before I shun

I slit my jugular and dance in my blood

My eyes weep with tears

My lungs filled with water

Is this a mistake or a happy end

This abyss sinks my heart

a lil more closer

What is my destiny?

I ask everyone

You’re a free child like the indigoes that run

Art

I loved a heart so pure,

It gleamed in the dark,

I created a spark so real,

It lighted up the abyss,

I chased the moons and the stars,

It gave me Achilles heels,

I traveled the highway through the nebulae,

It gave me a treat of star dust,

This rendezvous of rejuvenation,

This morality of adoration,

This creativity of iteration,

This plurality of transformation.

Mundane

My mind was preoccupied;

My soul was dead

My heart ached

My thoughts perplexed,

My love was gone

My art was vague

My glasses were broken

My deserts stranded.

This realm of dismay

This pinnacle of failure

This strategy of killing

This behavior of insanity

Trust me

Trust you

Trust him

Trust her

O dear!

Where is love gone

Where has it drowned

Dilemma

The tiles of the floor smell like a disinfectant,

The ceiling of the room looks like a disaster,

The lights on the walls give no shadows,

The beds on the ward feel like caskets,

I hear echoes,

I listen to cries,

I see tears,

I smell blood,

I sense fear,

I stop shouting;

The buzz of the pager won’t stop beeping,

The nuisance in the room won’t stop growing,

There are drugs on the floor,

There is sweat on the palms,

There are cracks on the windows,

There is suffocation in the building.