Existential Seize

creeping insanity of delusional reality
has been a regular dose of psychosis.
Illusion of your vivid structure
on a clear night skies along the moon
or be it the theatrical performance
of the gloomy clouds
in forming your flamboyant reflection
delusion of you never seem to seize.

the existential bummer-
existence of me without you,
existence of your imagery everywhere
-reality itself seems like a dream trapped in a virtual nightmare.
The fact that the distance between us-
suffice to fit this universe and millions more
-let us know how far apart we are,
Yet,
the hypnotic pair of eyes you possessed
i am obsessed with purified version of you.
I exist in a simulated reality you designed
and I
-the lunatic that i have become-
created for my existence.

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Wish You Were Here

the comfort you seek on those random arms
are they warm enough to bury the cold you left me?
did you find your happiness,
prices over my lost soul?
are the colors bright in your room?
scarred and stabbed, i bounce on this dark one.
searching and waiting
wishing you were here.

does it feel heavenly
trading my love for the gold ring?
hellish that i have become
frozen, broken, shattered and numb.
divine must be the walks on those streets now
once where you’d hold my hands with hope.
bleeding and dying
wishing you were here.

Do you think you can tell?
shattered glass from empty skies,
moaning stars on naked nights.
fractured heart from broken might?
do you think you can tell?

your voice echo
burning desires and dropping tears.
what have you found?
what have i found?
comfort in pain,
pain in comfort?
lost in disdain
still
wishing you were here.

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note:
every morning every night
stories of horror
of whats done wrong and whats done right.
the deceiving smile of you shining bright
like and angel
eating me alive
inside out
and yet
wish you were here

[The title has been shamelessly stolen from Pink Floyd’s ultra famous tune “Wish You Were Here”. Not just the title, as you read (if you happen to read) you will know other things have also been lifted from the same track. Before anyone points out, I accept it myself that it is blasphemous of me to even use anything from this timeless tune. ]

Thoughts-Dreams & Nightmares

Dreams-

beautiful as it may be the dreams

washed away to the calls of morrow

lost in the realms of blinking eyes

never to be reflected again

the shining sun

and surf over the clouds

mesmerizing as it may seem

vanish in a click

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Nightmares-

nightmares are the ones that linger

stretching memories of terror

blessed with a cruse

and a warmth of a depressing angel

that seem not to stop

ever again.

the torture are to endure for life

snapped triggers out of control

forever bound to the slavery of dark messenger.

Permanent Damage

An angel in disguise pushed me down below
i seek dark alleys
a heavey magnetic force draws me into darkness

an angel without wings flapped and flew away
the foot prints behind
only gush of thin air to fill the hollowness

and i scream to this darkness
ahhhh i scream to this emptiness
i scream to the pathetic desperation.

Irreplaceable
your touch on my lips still trails
and the skins tremble with the memories
damage has been done
permanently.

even the kings have to die
mere peasant that i am
suffering is decreed.
there is no denying
this is the death of me.

so i scream again
this time for survival
against betrayal
im a damage case
permanently unstable.

Crawl Me Out Of This Darkness

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i wanna write something tonight
but i cant seem to find a word to rhyme
may be i havent gone through enough in life
may be im delusioned may be im blind

i cant see the lights in my room
i cant see no sparkling signs
to get me over this torment
i need to crawl out of this darkness
i need to fight this rain

its a raging war in my head
battle of the brain
none seem so powerful
no one seems to win
every thought has its own reason
every thought eats up my brain

days been mad nights been wicked
lonely sad and deranged
hollow heart speaks
filth and disguest it utters
covered with meanure
its a black stone like a coal

i can feel my blood rushing up my vains
it creaps me, its driving me insane
purity it does not deliver
rots my empty brain
crawl me out of this darkness.

COPYRIGHT SAJAN DANGOL 2012.