Words From The Infinity...

Play of corpse...

Barebone aesthetics,
Cries at laughable sympathies,
Rivers of swollen veins,
Tears of questionable simplicity,
Bullock carts at the highways,
Gratitude or grace it is?
Fungi on that ground,
Coughs at blue eyed grasses,
Curry of human flesh,
Topped off fries,
Treaties aligned? Misaligned
Porsche stuck on speedbreakers
Regardless rejuvenating parties,
Cookies, bookies, serieses on tvs,
Gladiators smoke the clouds in bitter puffs,
Soundstorms bring eye-covering dusts,
Lust, fucks, vapours on glass walls,
doormats high on drugs,
Nude insects, grasshopers lie on an open chest,
Bullet holes on ribs,
Knife cuts on limbs,
Ligaments are torn,
Shoulders are born and broken down,
Pieces of bones on the dish,
Choked,
She is down,
Weren't she already dead?
What is the hypothesis of justice
Tell me how do I go through all the blood.
GOD, tell me why can't I take her pain away?
Why did you make me so powerless?
So to make her feel alive,
How can I?
Tell me, what's the fault in me?
Tell me, why isn't my love always enough for her in the world?
Tell me what I don't know,
Or
Kill me now...