It is hunting season.
Cover your ear
If you don’t want to hear
The loud bang around the city.
Oh, do you think I am out to catch deer?
I am after the dirtiest beats and
I’ll chain them with my legs…
They will enjoy it
And then I will crack their necks,
I’ll make them extinct
That is my venomous instinct:
The seams in the skin conceal
An inner burning flame
Only the eyes can reveal.
The predator moves with lustful temptation.
There is nothing more pungent
Than the power of intention.
A scent rests on the nose:
The target is found.
I set my eyes on the prize now.
I shoot and get up close,
I bite him from behind.
He never saw what hit him
There was no time to realise.
Enter the rabbit hole
Get me into the mood
Put on Joy Division
Listen to it in loop
Anxiety bubbles in
Like ants crawling inside
Fingers are chewed up
Sit or stand? Can’t decide
Staring at the blank wall
I put on my VR goggles
Escape from reality’s decay
World is out, as I boggle
Derealisation sinks in,
Frightening haze blows in my face
My life is like a movie
That I watch, but never play
No steps of salvation to pursue
No gods left to hollow to
I am groundless, shelter-free
I have nothing to hold onto
Ever since you came and left
I live in a constant dream state
In there, you are mine all the time
Don’t want this trance to terminate.
Self partitioned, life goes on.
Heart and mind live in another dimension
While Body showcases an empty citizen’s pretension
Life is a dream, when reality stinks!
*Thank you AiKei for letting me use your drawing to compose my poetry not only through words but by images.
Check this artist out on: http://aminoapps.com/page/drawingamino/4982581/aikei-36
I walk alone, no one sees
Just my shadow beside me
Fall under my feet
You’re not here, you have ghosted me.
Walking alone, not a soul to greet
Loneliness is, so damn steep
Acceptance is a pill that doesn’t digest
Stays stuck in the chest
It makes you explode, it turns you into a mess
Knock, knock, knock,
A clatter of shoes,
Stepping with dare
Is it a stranger? A lover at last?
No, it’s just me, delusional outcast
Shush bitter baby don’t you cry
One day we are all going to die
Turn into flesh and bone and ash
Food for worms, we turn (in) to mash.
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
You littleblood, come sing with me!
Rotten, putrid, callous, fake
The skeletons in my closet don’t eat cake.
I sit under the oracle tree
Asking the gypsies for a plea:
Bring my Munnin back to me!
I caw, I flap, I warble, I shed
Despair is what is summoned instead.
Movement is absent, time elapses
Paralysis is lifestyle (while) the world collapses
The wind blows away memories and dreams.
Pain is what stays to accompany me
Turning my heart into ice cold
Useless piece of meat, filled with mold.