Brother With A Scalpel Poem by Paras Saxena

As I walk down the corrupted lanes of universe
Writing them curses and poisoned verses
I was lost, waiting to be found
Dark shadows rose from the ground
Pulling me to an eternal darkness
My shadow creeping up my feet in leisureness
It climbs my tongue and I taste bitterness
Challenging the gentlemen of my tenderness
As it reaches my heart, I begin to detour
From my path of buoyance
To the course of aberrance
Self destruction and impudence
Fading audaciousness as fear resides
Deep till bones, runs through my veins
As I'm strangled and dragged in reins
And I crawl with bruised knees
Tortured to summit degrees
As I'm beaten, tossed and thrown
Pull me back before I leap to a sunnier unknown

Captive in the shackles
Blunt knives stabbed to my deckles
Every day I die deathless deaths
Wreathing dreams with agonizing breaths
Brain is numb, heart in crumbs
I use a scalpel to bleed out
With no more struggle, I'll breakout
And as I escape to a new home
A peaceful voice threshing all sones
"it`s alright brother, it`s okay"