Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Against You

How can you moan moron ?
Neither I am dying out of pleasure
Nor you are getting my skin.

Flesh of me,which you possess
Nothing but my mindless body.
My open matrix is your death trap-
you the killer
will be killed by me
And the blood of you will inhale my poison.

Truth, love, beauty- these all are your faces

Here, false is more pleasant
Hate is more accurate
And ugliness is the truth of my beauty.

Look, how will I dry you up
How will your veins cry for breath
And how will I sing my song of joy
Beneath your rotten and dead sphere.

You are not more than slave of bloody white
Me, the darkest pitch
Love you but love to destroy you
hail you but hail to conspire against you
"One day or the other" lusting limb of my toung
Will suck fluids from your deadly wounds
And you, the tireless digger
Will be victim of my stainless beam.