BLISTERED MIND

Blistered mind,

Kin to the last glass i held,

Upon which a fountain of scarred memories reside,

To rub faces with a serpent,

Whose fangs taste of sweet poison,



Three and a half decades of jumping moons,

My ears still catch the crippled song,

You left hanging on the skin of my back,

Hatched in my mind,

Fresh like the ghost i bought from ebay



The nights held i captive of the snare pushed down my throat,

Served on a crystal clean silver platter,

Food before my eyes,

But before my dreams; big fat excrete blocks,

As i deliciously drank thick, spiced stew,

Squeezed from your rear entrance,

You made me proud,

That as a child i was nothing but an extension,

Of your beautiful rage.





I remember you Toka!

You turned me into a toy,

You spiked my mind with harmless talk,

You rejoiced unsparingly,

Was all i was but a toy to you?

Are you happy now,

That you forcefully converted me to a beast?

Did the pleasure of pain reward you with bliss?

I didn't cry,

For i was already crashed when you contributed your heartfelt misery.





Dear seed,

Is it you i see at a distance,

For long i have wanted to say this;

It is okay,

For not every one bears a heart.



I face my fear with gratitude,

It is not scary any more,

It is time for me to fly,

A crystallized tear drop fashioned upon my ashes

Poison ivy to the side

I meet my maker with arms wide open.







(Dedicated to NOEL. R.I.P )