X Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Know, the sun do not shine for us,
The stars busy sparkling knows not our existence,
We are distractions
That would be extinguished!
We bear scars and rust upon the things we meet,
We sow in their thoughts that which never -thrives
-Memories that shall ever haunt them
A beautiful rose wasted on our transient feelings
Radiant nights we have put the mask of darkness-
And our breathe tainting the atmosphere-

We should walk into the sea,
We should perish upon some unknown shores,
Our brains are best foods to the ants,
Our hollowed hearts to find decay,
No, that this filthy body to nourish the earth
Perished; our spirits shall wander no more,
But be locked, twirling in a distraction, a focus
-A feeling in that fire

Know, such torments are blessings to us,
For death won't quench the thirst of our souls
Pleasures leave us ever wanting, always desiring
Like a feel of orgasm, rendered ever hungry
And if by some foul means ever sustained-
Do think then- upon what follows,
We'd be empty again, heavy emptiness there-
But let us die tonight in such manner,
In such manner that we put scary heaven from reach,
And hell is no wonderful place but it is a place,
A place we can hear others cry, grieve
Where we shall not suffer in silence,
Or that greatest suffering which is silence suffer,
It is hell not the greatest hell which is endless peace,
An ambience symphony in languages- sounds of pain…
Beauty is in the ugliest of things,
God made us so, my love