Despair

What we are now awake or death?
Riding and hunting through our despair
War poison games,
over and over again
Memory inventory,
breeder of abortions
TV Seller liar,
Lipstick of vampires, slaves
You want to sell my worst nightmare
Maggot body,
broken and cripple
In my head demons despair
spreading like mud,
in my broken heart
Look me in the eyes
watch my soul die
crucified

Monday, September 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: feeling
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Somanathan Iyer 01 September 2014

A nice attempt in depicting present trend.

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