Suddenly the feelings deceived
The tentacles of truth and faith
And what bled was not blood
In its nebulous journey
But the spume of repulsion
Licking the wounds of helplessness
Through the saliva of rebellion
Rediscovery, anxiety and yet again, helplessness.
Suddenly a new passion was born
Jolting the foundations of optimism
Injecting the veins with new fetishes
Of ecstatic pain and violent laughter
Infringing the battered soul-less soul
With extra layers of inferno
Negating the inhibitions of remorse
Insecurities, pretence and yet again, helplessness.
Suddenly the quietude was rippled
By the volcanic spill over of all things cerebral
The dirty caper of resentment and distraught
Heaping on an opus of obeisance and sapience
Fiesta of voracious vices and potent tyranny
Wriggling with a tapestry of benevolence and impotence
Seeping in the melancholic trench with valor
Tenacity, fierceness and yet again, helplessness.
Suddenly the feelings deceived
But taking an eon to feel that feeling
Suddenly a new passion was born
But the passion couldn’t contain the elusive age
Suddenly the quietude was rippled
But too late for the mind or the body to bristle
The ex-pressions were given a fresh lease of life
But the body was short-lived to spur them.
