Skip to content

No exit

August 13, 2014


Ripping apart their insides to find valour,
But they keep running
Crashing their head in the ruin.
They lay to meditate but the mourning never ceases,
Life an eternal slavery,
Forever quarantined,
They call it a curse…I think.

Their longing for the stream still alive,
But the stench of mutilated parts all so fresh.
Hanging on a puppet thread
Above the bloodstained ground
Getting suffocated by fear.

A dark cloud hangs over,
Persistence is imagining serenity,
“Hey little raven,
Are you still in there?
Or your fate still lies in the land of the bound?”

Graveyard rose onto destruction will,
A resurrection in the horizon?
They will resign eventually,
Alas!No exit sign!


From → dark poetry

  1. Intense and refreshingly exotic.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: