The cackling light from a halogen bulb
That annoys an oppressed after too much
Sustenance in its shelter
Assassinating hopes before going for crimes
Rules are the same
They fail you
They fail
Fail
You
You fail
You are a failure
Trigger in the left and poison in the right
Who says beggars can't be choosers?
People I kill didn't care
I am a "nibba"
Didn't have a school with 5 prayers
& Sisters speaking the treacherous language of the elite
Mine lay beside a garbage dump
Or maybe, it was one as well
We stank the same
I wasn't given moral lessons on mercy
Had lizards for meals occasionally
Lost mates to bones sticking out of their skin
But deeds burn back with time
Fire spreads with air
People can't breathe after being dead
I feel betrayed
I wasn't meant to do this
There is a big reason why I avoid mirrors
And cameras as well
Glancing over to the glittery side is painful
I deserved all of that as well
"This random guy went to the best college"
"This girl started her business"
That kid belongs to the well off couple running NGOs..Life is unfair
I'm young
I'm out for blood
I'll kill life.- Ishura
2020.09.20 02:19
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The Mist
PoetryA stroll down misty streets in the hilly terrains of poetry. Foggy nights on the radio. Every chapter is a standalone.