Poisonous  Love 

The thirst for your  poisonous love.. The lust for your  witch cast body.. Presence of my voodoo doll.. The black tread tied to your  neck.. A silver ring with stones on your  left hand.. And a plain  silver ring ,  In mine . The love in your  eyes..  the hate in your heart.. Your  craziness for breaking other… That taste of your  lips.. The warmess In your  breast .. Smell of your  hair… The feelings you  gave me when you  touches  my skin.. 

Ooh..  my lost girl..!! 

They want me to move on. They want me to find happiness again.. Find love.. But how can I forget all my emotions.. We both knew that the movement I stepped out from your  circle….it’s over.. !  everything Is gone ,  I swear I won’t survive , I can’t be controlled ,  I will destroy everything ,  I will live to  …. ready to burn to die.. !! 

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     Lost BOY 

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I lost myself in words that I was too fearful to say.. So I live in chaos, it is easier than trying to tame my dreams. I used to believe that love conquered all, But now I see, it only does if you want it to.. She kissed my soul the way she kissed my lips, feeded me with words sweeter than honey and I promised her to stay by her side always.. But promises are all words I keep, ANd that’s something you didn’t kept.. She was with me always soo close that my tears never had time to Bloom, she was always there to steal them away before they manage to take root … Yet all of a sudden she leaved.. Each step you taken away from me was another breath hard to take.. I hope in our next life when we meet again, I have forgiven you…!!

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Addicted

You became an addiction , a attachment , a drug ,  a seduction . . . Every time  i  use a drug , it bring back the old memory of that angel stuck in bones . .  My heart has no limit but my lungs do  . . . . . As the drugs hit me hard , breathing became  a war with my own organs . They  beg me to stop this thing . But for those sweet memories i could burn myself to death .

Nobody ever understood . . . No one catches  my tears at night . . . Nobody holds me and say ”everything will be alright” . . .  I was alone as the moon . . .

                                                                                              That’s the time when i met those smokes and  small round things. . .  Which melt my pain and offered me a comfort sleep . . . She become my physical necessity. . .

Nights

These nights have always been my worst disaster  , Nights are my curse , The  moon is a monster . . It has its own world . . filled with scarecrows , wicked demons , monstrous creature . . Searching for a soul to feed their desire and thirst . . without your lullabies by my side  i been hunted by these things . . your lullabies have melted my body , my soul  and each cells in my body dance to your voice . . Sleeping become a day dream . . I m reaching my limits like you reached yours and left me alone with these bunch of heartless creature . .  For you i was just a promise you failed to keep . . and you where my only promise i m holding on till now . . and will forever . . .

Painkiller

Love is always been a strange black magic.My vision  is getting blur from the smoke forming from my mouth , it is giving  me pleasure and  taking my life slowly with it , every night it warms my soul , i inhale this thing that kills me to make me feel  more alive than before  , to make me forget everything for a movement .Each puffs holds screams from my head , It gave me strength to fight my own fears .You become the reason for my drugs . As the nicotine began to effect my cells in the body , the whole world become an hallucination . Every wound make me who i am and every scares will make myown kingdom . Those who commit suicide don’t want to end their lives all they want to do is  end their pain . And cigarette are the classy way to commit suicide . .

Breathing Ghost

Will You always be this ache inside me. This empty space filled with my silent tears.
Alone again with the dark , Days when roses climb through my bones like tendrils of memories , Piercing my heart , Clawing my throat , Stem of blood in my mouth ,  And I remember..” How beautiful was her smile “..
Night when you walk trough ma bones , Tasting each drop of ma blood ,  Haunting for words ,  And I wake to your voices in my head ,  And scattered pieces of my heart in the floor.
It’s another of those heavy nights where I don’t want to move or sleep or get out of the shower and the words forming so quick in my mind that I can’t keep up..
And at every night this shower get hotter and longer and one day my flesh will melt off and you will find me there, A collapsed Skelton waiting for you to pull me out from the drain.
I will not be dead nor alive either.I m just a ghost with bleeding heart.

Mother’s Day #Memory

Me : Did u like this ring . It’s your birthday gift..

( tears in her eyes she said )

Mom  : I have lost my son three years ago , and now i got him back.

(I just smiled and cursed myself under my breath  )

This is the most simple definition of the word “MOM” .No matter what sins we does , in the end she always forgive’s everything . A never  ending irreplaceable love .

Magic Books

I like to call books  as a magic , it will carry you to another world in another time.Each book carry 200 – 400 pages , thousands and hundred’s of  words , millions of letter and each letter express different emotions ..It shows both the happiness and the pain of a writer  . It expresses the feelings in , most  understandable way ..Hurt a writer and you can see the destroyed world you have created in his pages ..