Mental Asylum - Poem by Awsaaf Ali
Chants o' thy escapin' requiem,
Chairs on t'se broken doors dust kiss'th,
Paint on t'se walls, incomplete rest'th,
Nails o' mine, thou out pull'th,
Stabs throat, the silence o' tis,
Red hot metal in my genitals,
Frozen blood smells serene,
Push'th th'm limits beyond, thou,
Bleedin' nostrils, when t'at acid crawls inside my eyes, tearin' my eyelids...
Serene art o' thee, where shalt thou hang'th? My love?
Pins h've o' the ground lie,
Pick th'm up, batter on my temple, try...
Doll o' thee, beauty o' tis, who its lips kiss'th? My love?
Stopped heart o' mine,
Who pull'th? My love?
Body o' mine, dust an' tear piled,
Who love make'th? My love?
Wet gasoline in my mouth, flame between thy thighs, who light'th? My love?
Melancholic story o' ours, who read'th? My love?
Impeccable words o' th's scene, who make'th? My love?
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