I wrote this poem sometime in July, this year. I wanted it to be all deep and emo, so yeah. And I thought that would fit well as the first piece of my writing that I post in 'The Rohzabal Line'. So I present thee, with 'Onus'.Disclaimer : (Almost) All of my writing is of a dark shade. The genre varies from macabre to tragedy to everything else sad and depressing. I am not responsible for any adverse reactions from the reader. Nervous wrecks, heartbreaks, people too soft at heart etc. brace yourselves.
Despite the light through the vent,
That floods around my pupils,
I'm stranded in the black
As the eyelids on my soul are shut.
Lacerated and hurt,
Refusing to come out into the bright
Awaiting a smile on my face,
To open up once again.
In my cell, I lay facing it's lid
Motionless, expressionless,
My scars, they itch with pain
And my body, too traumatized to let go of a tear.
You crucified my heart, through night and day,
Yet I endured your torture,
As the love I laid on you
Overwhelmed the hatred you had for me.
My torso bears every scar you bestowed upon me,
From leather belts to heated rods.
Through all the malady, I'm grateful for those marks
As they are the only memory of you I have left.
For the sole reason that I was feminine
And I did'nt have the license to fight back,
You choked me with your sadism
For which I detest you, I won't deny.
On that apocalyptic day, 21st June,
My rage got the better of me.
A pitchfork extinguished your existence,
And put me in the place I am today.
The living dead am I, right now.
Writing your name in the used air around me
And closing my eyes to behold your face
Keeps me blinking, keeps me breathing.
I want to perish, to catch a glimpse of your countenance,
But fate knows it will only slaughter me further
And disallows me to die,
Or rather disallows me to live.
I embrace the meager bits of you
Left on my slashed self,
And wish to relinquish life,
A proud masochist of your 'love'.
(Inspired by Jag Mundhra's 'Provoked')
I hope you liked it. There's more in store.
Ciao for now :)
Despite the light through the vent,
That floods around my pupils,
I'm stranded in the black
As the eyelids on my soul are shut.
Lacerated and hurt,
Refusing to come out into the bright
Awaiting a smile on my face,
To open up once again.
In my cell, I lay facing it's lid
Motionless, expressionless,
My scars, they itch with pain
And my body, too traumatized to let go of a tear.
You crucified my heart, through night and day,
Yet I endured your torture,
As the love I laid on you
Overwhelmed the hatred you had for me.
My torso bears every scar you bestowed upon me,
From leather belts to heated rods.
Through all the malady, I'm grateful for those marks
As they are the only memory of you I have left.
For the sole reason that I was feminine
And I did'nt have the license to fight back,
You choked me with your sadism
For which I detest you, I won't deny.
On that apocalyptic day, 21st June,
My rage got the better of me.
A pitchfork extinguished your existence,
And put me in the place I am today.
The living dead am I, right now.
Writing your name in the used air around me
And closing my eyes to behold your face
Keeps me blinking, keeps me breathing.
I want to perish, to catch a glimpse of your countenance,
But fate knows it will only slaughter me further
And disallows me to die,
Or rather disallows me to live.
I embrace the meager bits of you
Left on my slashed self,
And wish to relinquish life,
A proud masochist of your 'love'.
(Inspired by Jag Mundhra's 'Provoked')
I hope you liked it. There's more in store.
Ciao for now :)
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