I must ink
Every time I, feel a
heart
Stomach goes up
Do not know why, some
Uneasiness fills the
space
When the beats try to
rise
Emptiness weighs to
pain
If at all I, try to
figure
Surround sounds,
sounds to death
Even if ink finds my
hand
Flesh at my top
starts to think
To stop me ink –
though
Thee thoughts unstops
to flow
Brain wins heart to
stop my ink.
Opened eyes shuts the
way
Closed eyes shows the
way
Oh my god, what can I
do
To stop my brain
And not my heart
If friends they are
Would delight my
dreams
But aren’t they
I’m cursed to kill,
Those thoughts I must
ink.
-
rajesh
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