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Consumed

Satanic

addiction,

debauchery

ruins my corpse

 

Sin

bleeds out of 

my veins

painting the flesh

in shame

 

A distracted mind

clouded in darkness,

nihillistic hopelessness

 

A world consumed by fire,

coping is difficult when you are

aware of your own lack of control

 

To beast or not to beast that is the question,

engaging in your own vain desires,

which only lead to your dissatisfaction

 

Outcast of society,

no friend, no foe

but yourself

 

Waging this internal war

two armies,

one body

 

Devil and angel,

utter contradiction

of soul

 

Whose side i'm on

I don't know

 

Black and white,

sun and moon,

belly of the beast

 

No hope of escape,

pulled into the black hole,

Jonah makes his home in the whale

 

Rotting inside,

slowly digested,

 

A cannibalized mind,

 

 

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Turbulence

Afflicted with vices

of the anti-christ

 

Hard to sleep at night,

with the horrors processing

 

Devil like pleasures distract

the mind from this hell

 

But soon the sound of a rooster,

awakens the soul back to the war,

 

Turbulent days of torture,

bringing nothing but pain,

 

Rewards of thorns,

payment in blood,

 

Evil all around,

temptations abound,

 

Spiritual oppression,

lack of motivation

 

Leaking blood,

pale flesh

 

Ice cold,

no light

 

 

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Disease of Life

You have no motivation to live,

no motivation to be

 

Everyday is a pain, 

everyday  a disease

 

Dead but can’t die,

spiritual oppression

 

Your life is fading before your eyes

but you don’t care 

 

Hollow inside and out, 

a mind burdened by clout

 

You feel hopeless and weak

buried under all this future torment

 

living is tiring and repetitive,

theres nothing you like about it

 

You wake up everyday,

hating your existence 

 

 

After The Sunset

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Night was young. 
Shameless moon 
wanted to talk to me. 

Will do what― 
I was not supposed to do, 
holding back the tears. 

We had killed 
ourselves with indelible scars 
for a puppet show. 


Reddish-yellow 
rind of bloody orange in 
the eyes of severed head.

You Love Yourself

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Satish Verma

The beast 
draws a circle for 
winter, untelling. 

You climb the frozen 
falls, to reach the moon 
in gray. 

The treachery 
in domes was evident. 
You get the twisted cones. 

Under the shade 
of stars, you start the 
fire to ignite the limbs.

LIfe

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LiFE

Life to wonder too insistently what the meaning of life might mark you out as being somewhat heavy, weird, slow or just naive People nowadays often say sometimes in a sad way other times more aggressively and cynically that life just has no meaning.


But that is not true life has a meaning

 

The world can be cold and like an elephant weighing down on you, crushing you with your insecurities we hide deep within our troubled minds. We say there’s never a way out and this pit we’ve dug. There always will be, if we just get our troubles off our chests, maybe we’ll be just a little closer to the surface.


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Author's Notes/Comments: 

i really like how this came out.

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Not A Banal Taste

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Privileged of remaining 
grey in the hands of enemy, 
I say to myself― 
why not turn dark. 

You will erase the ancient bliss. 
It had made you a goliath beetle. 

The weapons become the 
shining medals. I would fill the― 
gap of gender space. 

But, when the doors become 
shut, light tends to cling 
the floaters― moving in straight line. 

You reach for the falling 
crumbs of age. The pain opens 
the sky of withering vision.

Winter Solstice

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Satish Verma

The chase, the speed― 
the kill. How far you go to― 
retrieve the dead horse 
from the river. 

Floating bridge, I 
wanted to drink the 
moon in red. 

The chimes would not 
winter― in falling snow. 
Can you bring me some hot blood? 

The ceramic arms spray 
the liquid memories on the 
grass, all night. 

Later when the sky 
fails, I will bring the 
sun to wipe out the tears.

Being Trust

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Don't speak the truth― 
loudly. Bipeds 
are listening. 

I will not blame 
any one ever, 
for my poems. 

I must invoke 
Buddha, if he 
was an avatar. 

Rage again for 
the dying sun. Night 
was very cruel.