The book of sad poems...

Mortified

Scourging for vengeance, the numb corporal desires burns with ignited fire.

An inner inferno that washes over all human senses and melts the primary conscience of human mind.

Repeated revelations brings down the dreams into a pile of dried, futile emotional carcass that sounds alive by its heart beats.

Cherishing and relishing the wrath of someone might have seemed to be a over-doped hallucination, but the repeated inquests into the tender territories of the heart, has led to the strength of the softest spots.

Delving into the depths of illuminated darkness, many discoveries are made-fatal but liberating. The traumatized corpse still shivers, unable to comprehend and apprehend the regressive mode it has been set into-like a candle burning and melting out with all glory.

The dying thoughts still clutches on to the faint, fading, lingering dreams; screaming in pain and fear to not let go of the grip. Forsaken, battered and shattered to the core, the soul cries out in heart-wrenching pain to seek out the final wisps of divine air before it elopes from the corpse.

The Satanic kiss has forced it down the dark tunnel of raw vacancy, ushering it into the dimensions of spiritual death.

It stands finally in the dungeons of despondency; waiting for its unknown, distant, slowly-arriving, incomprehensible destiny-mentally, corporeally and spiritually mortified.