Thursday, July 17, 2008

Rest in Spikes

The sleek mahogany shines...
a glint in the eye of her owner.
A solitary right in the room alights...
Both of them stand stoned.

Both of them reach a melodic madness.
The maple neck gleaming red with blood...
The sweet disturbance reaches the ears of the spikes...
Keep the blood flowing...let the room flood.

Both of them are fatigued...
but the music doesn't seem to stop.
With each note he lets out misery...
A last squeal and the madness comes to an abrupt halt.

Tripping into the myriad visions of melancholy...
The rusted metal strings vibrate...
Another piece of mayhem and evil.
Improvise...renovate.

The strings entwined to the bridge...
are hit repeatedly till they snap.
Both of them fall to the ground.
Both of them tired and trapped.

The owner slips to an uncomfortable slumber...
his mangled hands lay at rest.
He is bound by spikes...their company he enjoys.
"Rest in Spikes" they tell him...
Indeed its a blessing in disguise.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Spiked Crib...

As Enthralling Years Blind Us Into Oblivion,
We Overlook The Reason Of Life.
A Screeching Fact Erupts In Our Minds
And We Have No Turning Back From The Strife.
The Darkened Objective Of A Mortals Birth
Lies In His Deeds That Follow Him To The Grave,
The Consequence Of Which
Chooses Our Master To Be Enslaved.
Philosophies Are Drowned
When The Body Leaves The Soul
And The Account Of Life Engulfs The Whole.
The Judgment Is Passed
And The Deceased Are Unmasked,
With Ever-Hungry Lust For Eternity,
They Have Shielded Their Pasts.
Mourning The Day We Are Conceived,
And The Treacherous Manger In Which We Are Dipped.
To Survive A Life, A Test, A Slaughter
In An Innocent SPIKED CRIB

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Drugged Dreams...

I am dreaming of woods,
still n silent.
I see the burnin candles
arranged like a star.
The world is turning
filthy n violent.
Massacred towns,
corpses tile the paths.

Superficial dreams,
Apparently real.
Intoxication of the ecstacy,
rising like mercury in the sun.

Surreal thoughts,
vulgar words,
All crimes commited
by the subconcsious mind.

Is it for for real?
Why is it done?
Since love n pain are not fr sale...
but the drug is...

Realisation dawns upon me...
I get what I want...
when I am drugged.
I am happy...
when I am drugged.

I am my worst master...
and my best slave.
No chains bind me,
Scars in my soul engraved.

No emotions last
longer than an ebbing tide.
No friends, No enemies,
no one by my side.

Overdosed when I am...
I realise...

Nothing begins and nothing ends,
that is not paid with a moan.
For we are born in others pain,
But shall perish on our own.