Cassandra

The point of no-return is in vicinity.

Maybe I should run and try,

To stop living a lie.

Or should I slow down,

Let the feeling linger, a little longer?

I've heard that time heals; makes you stronger.

My fickle mind flickers like a flame,

This moment I am this, the next that.

Atychiphobic  was the boy, as is the man.

What I really need is to stab my p_n_s,

Into the black hole at the centre of the universe.

Having fucked the world, I wish it just disappears.

Peace be upon us!

Frailty- Thy name

The puddles of water, lead to a random thought,

About the filth this city has introduced me to.
My conscience keeps wiping my mind clean,
My soul is tired, always seeking avenues new.

What have I wanted from life, really?
A plain, simple and stainless existence.
I am a well learned man,
Do not expose me to pretence.

The short story of my short life,
I will someday share.
With people who don't give a damn,
But read them as if they care.

The story would be real but not new,
The world has since ages known the same.
A man is perhaps born immoral,

But frailty never had another name.