Inside My Head


Breathing, inside this coffin they call the world. 

Cold shadows, houses on fire, what is this sacramental desire?

Design this crime fading from my sight, I will never see how I’ve killed myself. 

Decipher the meaning of what the gods have spoken, the torment awakens. 

I live, I wake, I breathe and then I sleep.

I am becoming what I’ll never be, I know that this will end in death.
 

© Aniket More

Death, Truly Imminent


A ceremony of departure ensues.
The third eye awakens, the god of muse. 
Faces appear in the water and the night sky.
They beg to decipher the meaning of goodbye.
The mouth of torment has no teeth,
yet it devours all that can breathe.
Death brings a dark treat and a gift of curse.
A smile visits the god’s face, blissfully perverse. 

© Aniket More