Arun P Gopalakrishnan
Into the Night
Rising from the floor, bleeding all over
I wake up with a broken cigarette in my mouth
and help myself to stand erect, then
walks away slowly, into the night.
Sarcastic, sadistic, masochist at times,
the background music fills the city night
painted blue by wounded prostitutes
with cocaine soaked in tears and sweat.
The night wakes up and calls Ms. plastic eyes
to remember a day of making it out,
when her nipples pressed against my back,
as bullets eating into my bloody heart.
As the shower rain caress my holy wounds,
I could feel the tears dying on her cheeks.
Lying entangled in broken embraces,
I left her there, to rest in peace.
Corrupt cops, Val Resnick, Fair fax and the fucker at the club,
everyone is gonna get a cut; off my share,
you can choose the cut where it should be,
but I’ll decide when it cuts through the flesh.
Walking back, taking stock and meditating alone,
I go back bathing in her memories and her scent,
and him-my better half, my partner in crime
who thrown me away like a broken dime.
A grin as bright as full-moon night,
yet never bothers to carry a light himself,
don’t worry pal, I’ll light your fire,
and take your soul higher and higher.
Taking her for a ride, one last time,
driving the limo through cold, dark lanes,
I’m coming to the Lion’s den,
to hurt his pride and burn him down.
”You were right not to trust me” roar
the flames exploding through the silent night
burning the outfit, burning patriarchy,
hierarchy and a convertible Ferrari.
”You’re nobody until somebody loves you”,
sings my soul, ”will die without you”,
as I lie back and slip into the night
with her, and my valet full of life.
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