There come a deformed soul,
With anguish in blood,
Filled with Regrets and remorse.
Singing catatonic verses.
What does they say?
From their cursed mouth,
A made up face, bemoaning facts.
Molars broken, bleeding coax.
Swaying away from truth,
In the trance and intoxicants
Guised in the name of pseudo Illumination,
Ignorant with the puerile light.
What similitude shall infer?
Castigating that provided sustenance,
Frenetic like monkeys, Lewd like pigs.
Heart Besotted and soul lost.
Breathing from the dark worlds,
For momentary pleasure and calmness ,
What lies in this world? a cage.
Lying in the darkness of frivolity.
Standing now on the precipice,
Where the limited breaths, cease?
What else will they deny?
When they will be grabbed by the forelocks.
On the boulevard where there is no return.
Their hands red with their own blood.
Guilty of deforming their own selves,.
Singing catatonic verse.
Would like to express my gratitude to
Jaya Singh for suggesting me the title.
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