Got high on the lies
My fantasies rendered to me.
Forstered all the times
My mama said, “Kid, you won’t be lonely.”
Fended all the strings I’d tied
From the injured pieces of my memories.
Showed all the stitches of my mind;
Bleeding from the wounds, unhealed.
Froze in the hell
While burning on the ground.
Scrutinized our chapters well
But even the Devil sold out.
Projected the lies
My therapist showed.
But now I can’t feel my sweetheart
Beside me, anymore.
Lost my short-lived ecstasy;
Guess it finally surpassed, the psychopath in me.
The skies roared with laughter
With the hollow thunders of my words
As the prophecies of our future
Decayed with the tears of my beloved;
Whilst I stood, Astral bodied, behind
The epitaph of my tombstone.
– JAISMINE K.