The Poet Must Die

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Wondering what's going inside
I'm here, still hard to find
It's like a mad truck driver dating me
Equally hating me, hitting the road
Oh lord! Why you're baiting me
That's how words invade my thoughts
First they love, then they haunt
The army of millions, turning in trillions
Asking for life, feeding mine with brilliance
Oh! I've got stuff to do
I can't be wasted, by the words of doom
But who cares, I'm losing my brains
Look it drains, rushing through my veins
I feel it in my skin, this art is a sin
A second I fail kills the human within
Waking up the writer
A savior, a warrior or simply a survivor
How torturous, I play the slave
But no one ever takes the blame
The rhymes are flaming me, rest of all taming me
And my soul is begging for the canvas to spit out
How scary, evil fairy did bless me, no doubt
So please world, don't f**k with me
Through the ink, let my reasons bleed
Finally I can pull everything up
The empty paper is all I need
Yes this empty paper is life to me.

Author's Note

All comments are welcomed :'D

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your soul released such a pounding, rhythmic song of pain... so achingly introspective... And here you find your healing... your hope... letting the words pour out of you... Beautifully powerful.

[Divya Punjabi]

Thank you so much for appreciation. :')