The night sky resembles my soul,
Blacker than coal.
Charred by all the ones who did me wrong ,
The reason why I can’t leave that bong.
My soul Peeled by all the stares
When truly I know no one cares.
They say no one will love me if I’m crazy
But are infatuated when I’m hazy.
Your eyes drilled my soul
And at night
Tears come out of the wounds.
How can you be the virus and the cure?
Your body is the antidote,
So relieve me of this pain.
You tasted me and left me for the maggots
My soul stinks, I’m wasted
Now nobody desires me
If your intentions weren’t to embrace me
Then why did you erase me?
Is there anyone who will question my answers?
Prakriti
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